I walk along the pier
full of anticipation,
expectant, no fear.

Reaching the end, I peer
through the crystal water.
Back straight, feet ready, it's near.

Dive, jump in rashness,
fingers slip in, discover
the azure is molasses.

That one momentous point,
euphoria pulsed in my veins,
but, that was left behind.

Plunging into anguish,
drowning in congealed
black. Stuck. Nightmarish.

The End

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