Alone In Death Is He…Alone In Life
He stood alone and unafraid at the edge of darkness starring out at the open sea. He watched as the waves crashed in hypnotic rhythms beneath his feet. Minute particles of salt wafted in with the onshore winds filling his nostrils with brine. He climbed slowly and unblinking onto the worn wooden railing of the Tybee pier. Starring out now into the blank and moonless night, he felt nothing left inside. He wanted it all to end, and to end very soon, for within, his spirit had shriveled and died. Hope had now abandoned him, leaving him on the sidewalk of life like a motherless son. And he saw no end to his despair, other than the cool water that now spilled beneath his feet. Glancing at his watch, he noticed the time on his fluorescent dial read exactly 12:15. He had now come full circle in this cripples game, and his time was at last at hand. He cried a single tear as the dark ocean called out in soft melodic whispers his name.
“Peter…oh Peter, come now to me, come, oh come and revel in my silent eternity.”“For I offer to you the peace that your broken mind needs, I give to you all of me.”
Taking off his shirt, and then his pants, he looked over his shoulder once more As if to think there may still be a chance, but there was nothing, or no one there, nothing to per chance say, “NO PETER, NO…don’t you see, I am here and I care”Standing now naked on the edge he watched the foaming surf heave and roll, he thought for a moment of his demise, then he thought nothing as he made his dive.
With his arms spread wide like a gangly bird in flight, he pierced the darkness and crashed into the churning cold waters below. Soon the cool quiet poured over his mind, and the screaming inside ceased as he began his silent descent into the shadows of his new home. Spinning and spinning like the leaf that falls from a tree; he gradually reaches the sandy bottom, to where hence he shall now spend his eternity… alone in death is he, as he was in life…alone
Have You Seen Me?
Name: Peter Smith
Last seen: Crying on the front steps, outside the locked doors of “We Have A Mission” Missionary Church in Savannah, Ga. Anyone with additional information on his whereabouts is asked to call the hotline for missing and exploited children or your local Sheriffs Department.
J. Allen Wilson © Four 2006 < Tybee Island, Ga. >