Lifeless Dark

He stood upon the precipice, peering down into the yawning void.

It awaited him; cold and hungry and final.

For a moment there was a shadow of doubt.

Turning back, he gazed at the roads he'd traveled and despaired.

The once clear path had faded to black.

His way home was lost and he was alone.

No one was coming for him.

Resigned, he faced the abyss once more.

Pitching forward, he let himself fall.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

No comments on this one whatsoever? Wow. Let's start with category -- mark it as a poem, some people avoid stories all together, and as such this would be missed by many. Straight up, a dark and vivid portrait of a person on the edge of madness and suicide, literally and figuratively. Great format and great delivery.

[Caradoc]

Thanks. It's everything I wanted it to be. :)

[Pax]

"Lifeless Dark"

The title really got me, its something dark, its something tragic, but in the end it is something/somekind of situation we all go through. Life is hard, that is true, Life is at times like a dark tunnel, still life in everything is still beautiful... that's what i believed in... this piece talks about a suffering or a burdened or struggles of our self doubts, that we always tend to give in to its clutches... then we become dull, lifeless, or in a void to where is no glimmer of hope left... sigh... a very dark piece, my friend...