Never Coming Up

A man walks down the road a wanderer with no goal on his heart a heavy load That will soon take a toll As he walks in solitude his eyes drift from reality a place without grattitude the darker side of fantasy Life lost to him it's purpose He had nothing left to lose He was giving into us He was going to forever snooze In the darkness he was lost bumping into all fear and hate his soul colder than winter's frost In his heart lay a closed gate He came upon a bridge looked at the water below and quietly walked to the edge into the water he would go One last look at life his knees then bent "I'm coming dear wife" then down he went. never coming up.