THE RIVER RUNS COLD
The city lights
Shine and flicker.
On the road, I see eyes
Darkened by fear.
I am here, In this carnival
Of Madness.
Only time will set me
On my path home.
Running forever,
The river’s edge draws near.
The moon reflects
And the tears roll down.
Cold.
Bitterly cold.
I feel it in my bones.
No one can save me.
No angel to visit
And comfort here.
The rivers begins
To pound the land.
Rushing like a fist
To a weakened wall.
The earth crumbles around me.
My land fails me.
My hope is gone.
Will a hand of mercy
Pull me from this bitter end?
I cannot trust a soul
Or tell an enemy
From a friend.
Not anymore.
And now, a fire burns within.
Holding on
To whatever life I have left.
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From the poetry-art collection: Devotion: God Moving Over The Face of The Waters ©2010 Torrence King. All rights reserved.
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