For Keenan Tyberius Gutierrez; and for everyone, keep holding on.
The Cost Of Nothingness
On a moonless night
In the ceaseless abyss
The stars offered him eternity
“Will it hurt?”, asked he
Songs of melancholy filled the air
Tightly embraced by his own despair
In a moment brief, he understood
He trudged to the nearest water
Entranced by its call, mind un-obscured
Towards inevitability, the finality – closer
The river cold runs unending
It beckoned him for a kiss
Staring at his own reflection
He sees no worth, value, reason
So, come, come now and take it
Take the cold river’s calming overture
The sky cleared her dark clouds,
yet provided no warmth nor comfort
An invitation, rather
An extending hand, cold yet dry
He reached for it to grab on,
He heard babbles to let it go
A promise made, to be broken not
At the end of it all is a rope in a knot
Suspended with it was the last breath
With dangling feet,
The light fades
He gracefully danced with Death
On a moonless night
In the ceaseless abyss
The stars whispered,
“No, not for you – for everyone who loved you.”
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