Charlie Martineau

The Last Stand

The last gasp. 

The desperate fight against despair. 

The pain, drive, and burning; somewhere deep inside, under the straining muscles, trying to escape the deep. 

With wrenching gut and anxious nerves, 

the last battle between the glimmer of hope that is tenuously flickering against the assault of raven-black winds and the endless abyss of the dark empty. 

Uncertain of all. 

Unyielding in might. 

Fighting a blind fight; 

thrashing, screeching, tearing, and then… 

 

Silence.