The rushing water far below.
Roar of the rapids like thunder.
The rustle of leaves like laughter,
Laughter at him.

The traffic rolls on behind him.
No one stopping.
No one caring.

All around he sees couples,
Kissing, laughing, loving.
But not him.

He stands alone and watches the torrent below.
Standing now on the railing.
He closes his eyes,
Things start to spin.
He is falling.

And as he falls he sees his life.
The teasing,
The lonliness,
The hate.
But no more.
For now he is plunged into the shallow water.

And all is dark now.
No more thoughts.
No more hate.
Nothing but dark.

As the days go by,
He is not missed.
The cars go by,
And he is not seen.

In death he has found what he has always had.

Lonliness