High upon the cliff, bottle of rum, in hand

He stood, staring down, into the open sea

Was this the day when he’d finally let go?

Or would he, once again, panic and flee?

He took one last chug, dropping the glass

Watching, as it crashed against the rocks

Shattering, into a million pieces, shards

Stepping back, of his life, he took stock

Still, he was taunted by the raging waters

Crashing against the cliffs, ferociously

No more booze, to calm his quaking nerves

At last, he jumped, plummeting, into the sea

Feeling icy waters caress him, as deeper, he let himself fall

Neath the ocean, is now the place he calls home

Tis what he really wanted, after all…

December Writing Prompt – He drank the last drop, then plummeted into the sea – Day 20/31

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