Pieces

   And there he was, on the precipice, feet on the very edge. Before him sprawled out the world, a place of misty silvers, oceanic blues and pine forest greens, a world riddled with strife and famine and war and death. He lingered there until he could tolerate the sight no further, glum and forlorn.
   "I have one last wish," he said.
   The words hung heavy in the air, like the ashen weight of broken promises. Up on the desolate peak, above the world and it's petty troubles, the petty people, he vanished from view.

Reviews

This is so to the point, and excellent pronounced! very sad though, as darkness can overwhelm feelings, of no acceptance and pain which is still a agony...
Brilliantly written.