November the Twenty-Third of Two Thousand and Ten

There he stands, majestically, watching his fate go. He knows that what he left behind was his life, his future, and everyone else's. He was the hope of his family and his people. So, why did he let it pass?

He stands over a small cliff, looking out at the rising water. He sees it glisten as the sun rises behind him and he breathes in the fresh water air. He looks down at what will be and then behind him to his people. They pace nervously, awkwardly dancing in place, wondering what will become of them. From a distance, another sees them and he waves goodbye and tears fall down his face. Everyone knew they were different, but to sacrifice everything...

At first, he regretted what he had done. He was ashamed that he had thrown away everything important to him. He was so frustrated. How could he demoralize his people? How could he let everyone down? How could he risk the friendship of those closest to him? And then, his anger moved against him and his argument turned into a self-attack. How could he do that? He was supposed to be the protector and the defender, but instead everything turns to the opposite. He is the murdered, a serial killer within their walls. Everything was his fault. He turned his people against him. He's throwing their friendship away. He turns and faces who he loves and bows his head in shame. "I have failed you." he called out to them, "but I cannot go back on what his done." With that, he felt the water wrap around his legs and he laid in despise.

'Knowledge only soothes a worries soul,
memories are about the materials made.
One can only do so much for a heart,
before it breaks.
Whether by others or by hammers self.
Finding things never lost,
maturity is a child's game.'