Suicidal Rain

The mud squelches beneath my bare

feet.

Rain splatters the river in front

of me.

Rippling, shivering, slithering;

The river winds its way into the countryside like a blue

ribbon.

The coolness slides over

me.

The calm quenching my thirst for

blood.

Quietly, gently, slowly.

I sink to the ground and hug my

knees.

Trees shudder in the powerful

wind.

Droplets caress my skin like icy

knives.

And I think, for a moment, how life

could've been so different.

I grasp the metal railing of the

bridge.

And sit on the ledge like we did when we where

young.

Hopes, dreams, serenities.

Oh when reality

calls.

We knew each other for

years.

Soul mates, meant to be

forever.

Misfortune, insecurities.

How I misjudged the value of

life.

I rub the rain from my

eyes.

I blink, look at the river 

again.

Determined, strong yet weak.

I jump into the swirling

currents.

I let the cold embrace

me.

Feel the silvery bubbles escape

my breath.

I sink, like a pebble does.

And lay among the kelp and stones.

Fish flicker, unsure about me.

Whether they'll save me.

But they don't.

And here I lay,

here in my deep, dark

watery grave.