The Man, the Pier, the Sea

The Man, The Pier, The Sea He stands on the pier, his head bowed in the rain. His brow is etched with care, his eyes are dull with pain. Those he knows and loves have turned their backs on him. His past weighs on his heart; the future’s looking grim. He stands on the pier, tears falling from his eyes Baptized by the rain, his spirit slowly dies. All that he once loved, the dear ones to his soul Have vanished like a mist; he’s losing all control. He steps right off the pier, into the churning swell; There’s nothing left to lose—he’s glimpsed his private hell. Swallowed by the sea, he vanishes from sight. He journeys with the waves, into the darkest night. D H Loewen Copyright August 1, 2018 All rights reserved