One thin man climbs the hill, slipping and sliding as he steps on boulders, grunting as his body hits the ground once again. With the last of his strength, he crawls to the top, and stands staring into the black depths of the water so far below him.
As he falls through the air, a sunbeam bounces off the sea below, and makes a halo around his smooth head, and his wrinkled face. He calls out, in one last fleeting, flying prayer, the soulless roar of a man who earned and fought, but never lived. The hollow cry of a creature who abstained from love.
16 comments:
Powerfully written ...well done!
Gorgeous . . .
These last two lines:
"He calls out, in one last fleeting, flying prayer, the soulless roar of a man who earned and fought, but never lived. The hollow cry of a creature who abstained from love."
are amazing!
Beautiful
a heartbreaker this one. the end
was unexpected. written with
gentleness.
I'm with K, the last two lines... perfection.
Great work!
The World of Lost Souls
How sad!
This made me sad, but yes, there are those who never risk their hearts. Chasing after the material things will never bring true contentment.
I love the imagery you conjured in this! and the beauty you captured in a moment so tragic.
"As he falls through the air, a sunbeam bounces off the sea below, and makes a halo around his smooth head, and his wrinkled face."
Nice writing. :-)
Very deep. Sad and yet powerful. Love the imagery.
Tight and loaded with imagery. And yes, those last two sentences amazed me!
Well said,a tragic picture with sensitive thoughts and words...
Deep and powerful..
reaching out
Somehow can't comprehend such a thing and have never understood.. but you told it well..heavy stuff..
Do visit me for a laugh if you wish to have one..Earlier to that is 3ww.
powerful and beautiful.
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Thanks for sharing, I have digged this post
Great post, I am almost 100% in agreement with you
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