The waters are calm, the current carries
The depths of a pain which turned cumbersome.
Gently flowing downstream, into the night,
That crippling burden suddenly feels numb.

No longer can this suffering persist,
Not as he quietly rolls through the mist
After his final drop to the lowest
Point to which others are still unbeknownst.

His body falls limp, struck dead by the jump,
That bridge was undoubtedly high enough
To make his fall into the distant sump
Not just seem like another empty bluff.

At least he can't feel the sorrow and pain
He use to feel for the life he disdained.