Poem: The River Runs Cold

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.

Poem: In You, I Am Complete from "Devotion: God Moving Over The Face of The Waters"

IN YOU, I AM COMPLETE


I try so hard
To be strong.

To be blind
To the fact.

To be
Everything
To all.

I fall.

I fall without anything
To give.

Bounce me back
To the place
I belong.

This,
The longest day,
Beckons me
To strive
For more.

To try harder.

To make it right.

I will sing
This song of hope.

Of inspiration.

Because there’s nothing left
To believe in.

This Hell for a Heaven.

Trade in this pain,
And run until my knees are weak.

Now, I am scattered
And need completion.

I need you.

To help
And pull me together.

To feel your love.

I need you
To be whole again.

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