Point of No Return

It was a cold, rainy September day Dark clouds rolled above Redemption Bay And the mist hovered over the old ragged dock As a young man emerged from behind tall rocks Each step he took delivered excruciating pain Leaving him breathless, shivering in pouring rain Sleep came creeping slowly, scaling his wounded leg Enticing, urging him, sit for a while instead With weighted, blurried eyes, he scanned the lonely shore Gazing at the wound; pulsing, touched it and let out a roar! Barely standing, leaning against the boulders, nauseous and weak As intoxicating sleep sought to engulf him, warm and deep Eyes wide, filled with fright, searching all directions Frantic, he re-played in his mind the vast destruction Seeing how the culmination of this day began at fifteen And remembered the vow made upon surveying the scene Angry, he had been, running all of his life! From pain and the call to live free from strife Helpless, he sat watching each wave roll in its turn Relaying, that he had reached, the point of no return! ~*~ Note: For Paula Swanson's "POINT" Contest