RED ROCK

It stormed overnight.
~
To all appearances,
a brisk early morning
walk was the spot-on
ticket for fending off
the doldrums settling
in on this gloomy,
misty morning
and eradicating
the memories
once again,
of a lonely
yesterday.
~
Pulling the hood of
the lightweight
windbreaker tightly
over his head and
tying it securely
’neath his chin,
the young man
embarked on a
short morning
jaunt to behold
the raging power
of the crashing
surf and a peaceful
visit to the grandness
of the Atlantic Ocean
and the majesty of
Red Rock.
~
The frosty sleet slapped
his face with a penetrating
sting as a honking seagull
soared overhead and
the raw, bitter winds
of March nipped
at his nose.

As the icy burn
grazed his cheeks with a
blush, he was
painfully reminded
of the agonizing
betrayal of a multitude
of so many lonely
and failed tomorrows
that he had stopped
believing in
ages ago.
~
Climbing the chipped green,
iron railing, he balanced
himself rigidly atop
the sea wall for several
agonizing moments with his
legs spread and arms
raised to the heavens as if
he believed he could fly.

Riddled with the unbearable
pain of loneliness and bullying,
this promising, bright and
beautiful boy of sixteen,
plunged thirty feet into the
open arms of
Red Rock.
~
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