Hello darkness my old friend.
He stood on the edge, down below the dark gloomy night hid the river that could only be heard roaring menacingly beneath him.
The spray of the rain hit his face relentlessly like sand pouring out of an hour glass, the sand that would eventually ran out just like his life.
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Memories melted his strength like acid on a dying animal
With a final thought for those he was leaving he stepped forward.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Within the sound of silence
Darren over 4 years ago
Thank you, I'm looking forward to this great form of creative writing.
Frenchie over 4 years ago
I love a dark drabble.
Jamie Clapperton over 3 years ago
He needed a bridge over his troubled water. (Winks)