castaway.

It's so dark; only a lone beam
of moonlight shines upon
the ground surrounding me. 
On my island in the sky.

With each step, the surface shakes.
A wobble, a tilt, a quake.
The leafless tree sighs in the wind.
Its lifelessness radiates through me.

Just a step, that's all it would take.
One tiny skip, a skip of faith.
The grass here has all died.
Branches snap beneath my steps.

A deep breath, as it may be the last.
Nervous thoughts seize in my mind.
A secret too great to keep.
One tiny skip, but rather a leap.

Falling, there's no turning back.
Waiting on your hands to catch me
I begin to fear an endless descent.
In an ocean of questioning, I submerge.

The air is warm here.
The sky, still only a beam of light.
But, the water is cold.
Living just progresses towards futility.

One final inhale of the smokey atmosphere.
Giving up.  Only to sink.
Hair floating freely, air unnecessary.
An end.  A peace.