painting, Uncategorized, writing

day 30/ at the end

at the end of it all

He felt as he looked out at the sea
Waves coming and going from a distant land of unknown
Feeling the pulse of life
He let it wash over his senses
You’re just like me he silently cried into the air
Engulfed in a rage he took another drink from bitterness.
How could this be happening to him?
How could he forget to live?
How could there be such a cruel loss of his doing?
This was his life to be forgotten
Love was a past that was denied him
He smirked at the thought of it
Shaking his head he realized this was truly his end.
He sighed in the night.
Alone.

red sunset on the Dnieper by Arkhip Ivanovich Kuindzhi
red sunset on the Dnieper by Arkhip Ivanovich Kuindzhi