Suicide is Beautiful
by Andrew Calis
March 5, 2008 — Published in Verse
A bomb hardly explodes, but glows.
And poison kills not, but grows.
Why else, when stricken, do blades sing?
And why at funerals do bells ring?
To celebrate a release, a relief,
A ridding of the plant’s infected leaf,
To enthusiastically be a shooting star,
To renew a battered soul’s deepest scar.
To pull slowly at the buried blade,
To press scorching light against the shade,
To amputate an invalid arm,
And destroy the nerves that sense the harm.
To ignite all the unwanted streams,
To freeze heaven, its soul-piecing beams,
To claw and tear out the pure human heart,
To end feeling without a start.
Andrew Calis
Andrew Calis is an aspiring poet who is attending Mount Saint Mary's University in pursuit of a degree in English. He is fascinated by love, beauty, and sorrow, but spends the majority of his time in search of big, impressive words and intelligent company.
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