River

 

I could follow that river,

I could follow the road.

Could follow in footsteps

to lands paved in gold

but where would I be?

My mind lost at sea,

a chorus of agony circling me.

 

I could follow the river

to where those bones sit

but what would that do?

It would just ache a bit.

The memories of that long fateful day,

Where my throat was slit

my life was crushed and smothered away.

 

Could follow the dirt road

but these feet don't feel the crunching soil anymore.

They just hover above,

a foot or more.

I just want to feel grass spring between my toes

and the ripples of the water as the river flows.

Into your hands I placed my trust

but that was all crushed

like my skull into dust.

 

Bones by the riverside,

haunting moans echo through countryside.

Blood stain long ago washed away

but still the air is seeped in death,

steeped in the last breaths

of the life you took that day.

 

So now,

I'll just stand in your room.

Out of view.

You'll know that I'm here

but not know what to do.

Just out of the light

I'll sway like a tree,

catching you glance,

your fear enhanced.

You'll shiver terrified,

reminded of the day,

you left me by that haunted river,

where my bones still wither away.

 

 

 

 

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