The Dock





The Dock


As the mist lifted, so his soul began to sink,

youth drowning in it’s wake, a haunting feeling

came over him, what if I were found, beneath

this glassy surface stretching before me,

would anybody care?


He felt the terror before him, frightened by it,

but with dreamy thoughts to simply fall asleep

into its arms outstretched like tentacles quick

to wrap around him and give him the final

comfort he was seeking.


Death could be felt in that poisonous

moment of doubt and no solace could

it bring him, hence his sad unholy soul

just wants to let itself go, without any

melody or note left to tell of why he

chose to end his tormented life over

top this lake tonight.


But as the time drew nearer and

the tempest called to him, thoughts

did enter his mind of worry, who would

care that this scared young lad scarcely

known by few, accept maybe by one fair lass,

who caught his glimpse from across their lane,

he didn’t even know her by name.


Let this be a dream, cast it far away,

awaken him from this place, this very

lonely mist covered lake, where lovers

laments are heard and stirred beneath

it’s haunting echoes of long, long ago.


Maybe there below the lake this night

a full moon will set the Raven to flight

to pluck him from his watery grave so

far below before his empty chest gurgles

his last breath in this welcoming lake tonight.


Is this a fitting grave, a simple splash into

the night to end the sorrows felt in this broken

lad filled with terror and strife, he does not

love the loneliness, he simply wanted

someone to care, to read between the

lines and find his meanings there, a

simple kind word, but nothing was ever heard.


In early morn his boots were found alone,

and just a ripple and one final bubble was

seen from the dock where he stood in

deep thought alone. A lonely figure sat

on the dock, head bowed between her legs,

gripping tight his boots while weeping for a

boy she barely knew, but for a glance now

and then from across the lane.

She never even asked his name.


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Vincent Moore pens his thoughts about many things and has a style all his own. Sometimes, he parties with words excessively and it becomes necessary to publish quickly lest his work be lost in the dark corners of his room or his mind. Vincent will lead you into mysterious worlds that are strange yet somehow familiar, worlds that will leave you unsettled and breathless for more. He was born and raised in Montreal Canada among the Irish, Brits, Italians and French. Point St Charles (commonly called The Point) was the Hell’s kitchen of Montreal. He played, cried, laughed and fought on the street corners, survival was an instinct and watching each others back important. Vincent left home at 17 to find his way in the world, failure and success he had plenty of. He studied the Arts and loved to draw and paint. Took acting lessons and envied those on the stage under the bright lights and hoped to some day become an actor, writer, playwright or painter. Vincent welcomes you to his world of mystery, fantasy and solitude. You can find a few of his writings in one of 3 books he's published. In Absinthia- In Melancholia and In Passionata.

4 thoughts on “The Dock

  • September 3, 2018 at 6:42 PM

    Beautifully emoted and penned Vincent, heartfelt and poignant as to the prevalence of suicide. Kudos.

    • September 6, 2018 at 8:23 AM

      Thank you Tony, suicide is a for some a way out of this world and their embittered souls. It’s very sad that so many proceed without any intervention by others:-(

  • September 5, 2018 at 6:27 PM

    Very heartfelt with emotions that stir my soul. Nicely penned my friend.

    • September 6, 2018 at 8:24 AM

      Thank you Kurt, it’s a very sad subject and should affect everyone’s soul, it certainly does mine.


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