Dakota Ellerton

Rookie (December 23,1993 / Cobourg)

Wicklow Whispers - Poem by Dakota Ellerton

The harsh wind blows
rain like tiny blades
cut through me
I'm on the darkest street
not a light, just the moon
showing a glimpse of the tears running down my face
I feel like I've been walking for hours
I'm so cold, so alone
To the edge of Lakeport I've arrived
the wounds on my leg still pulsing
blood, everywhere
I look behind me and pause
my head drops, my heart stops
I continue on
an hour from my destination
I'm left with my thoughts
'It must be your skin, I'm sinkin' in'
Life, has become intolerable
In sight, I see my destination [demize]
within the trees I found the path
leading to my safe place
round and round I loop the rope around the tree
I sit on the branch, and say goodbye to the moon
I grasp my phone and dial
'Hello..? '
'Ilove you.', click
I turn off my phone
I jump

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 5, 2010

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