Friday, March 26, 2010

Poem: 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.


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.


From the poetry-art collection: Devotion: God Moving Over The Face of The Waters ©2010 Torrence King. All rights reserved.

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