The river,
The black river
I visit it every day.
It doesnt like me though,
Tells me to stray
Yells to get away
I don't leave.
Although my mind is full,
I smile at the river
As if nothing's wrong.
The river is deep,
Sometimes though it seeps
Onto the land
So close to me,
But not touching.
Some days the river looks calm,
Looks inviting,
I can still tell though,
It doesnt want me beside it.
Under the river,
The current is raging
Under the bridge,
Sometimes I stay there.
The river I wish,
Would come closer to me
Let me feel the coldness
The darkness inside.
Like me.
YOU ARE READING
Zenith - A Book Of Poetry
PoetryA book of devoid poems. There isn't much to explain, or describe. I wrote My Dark Friend- A Book of Poems which I had to end do to my issue of writing too much, so this is kind of part 2.
