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.