The River

I watched you

as a child…

wade to the center..

fall into the grip of despair…

I watched the currents wrap around you…

sink you under

your heart bleeding until it ran dry…

and underneath hollow eyes..

a soft spoken lie of a mother…

threatened your mind to wander…

below the surface…

I’ll speak for the beauty of a river…

how to see it..

When it cringes, makes a fist..

teach you how to stay afloat

if you no longer want to exist.

I watch you…

finish in defeat

head in hands…

you gave everything away to the river…

until there was nothing left but a tear…

filling an empty void…

where she once stood, smiling at the other side,

as you waded, seeking her..

her lips turned into a grimace..

like the shades of your soul..

and the currents beneath your feet…

I’ll teach you to see the beauty of a river

When it cringes, makes a fist..

teach you how to stay afloat

if you no longer want to exist…

Yes, I’ll teach you how to stay afloat…

if you no longer want to exist.