On a dock on the river.....

On a dock on the river.........

There I was, sitting on the dock on a foggy day on the river. Rain soaked through my hair dripping silently onto the cracked, old pier. Tears streaked my pained, pale face. I tried not to remember what had just happened. But, I couldn't bear it. Just the thought of it made me sick with dread. Then I just suddenly threw off my coat in a sorrowful rage. This was too much for me. For a moment I stared into the dark but familiar distance. Suddenly I got up and walked forward to the very edge of the dock looking down at the ancient, rotting wood layered on top of one another. Without much of a thought I dropped myself into the dense river. My shoes were coated with mud sitting on the river's bottom. I liked the feeling of the rocking river stirring and tossing from the storm. It was somehow soothing to me. But suddenly a flash of a memory hit me. I held my arms tight to my chest. Somehow I had to make this right. Not now though, but hopefully not ever.