stormbruce Poetry (1)

Perched upon a driftwood log
silently he sits
stares at the foaming waves
on this forgotton beach
a lonely man thinks of the past
a short lived smile upon his lips
as he remembers
his children on this same beach
playing games and running wild
all gone now and out of reach
he returns to his reverie and

a darker mood settles over him
all gone now
all gone he thinks
a tear rolls down his weathered cheek
for times long past.

he thinks
maybe death would welcome me
and set me free at last
no more thoughts of the past
or a lonely future
filled with dread
the black dog nipping at my feet
visits me at night in sleep

all gone now
all gone now he thinks
the pills he brought should do the trick
to end this hell on earth
and set him free at last
swallow the pills and be quick
too late to turn back now

perched upon a driftwood log
sleepily he sits
stares at the darkening waves
on this forgotton beach
the sun shines bright
in an azure sky
no clouds to darken anything

as he tumbles off the log
his sight fading and body weak
he lays on this forgotton beach
staring at the dark blue sky
and wonders why its come to this
a lonely way to die
he thinks

the tears run down his weathered face
now darkness gathers in this place
its time to die and say goodbye
to this lonely man
on this forgotton beach

now he rests in peace
on this lonely beach
a lonely man
the world forgot
lays upon this forelorn shore
a smile upon his frozen face
tells of his new resting place

rest in peace

Bruce Kilgour