Hear the nock, hear it coming.
Listen to the soft sound, the sweet moan.
Down and far in the river,
the wind is taking you away.
Do you feel it ? Do you see the light ?
Bright and cristal clear.
It shines, sparkles and draw you in.
Your soul passed but your body.
That person you raised stays,
leaves you for a redemption.
For a resurrection.
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This poem is about ending you own life. The fact that life (here water) takes you and lead you through rough shit (river) is making you wanna quit it, so you hear the mild voice in your head encouraging you even more (soft sound, sweet moan). You drawn in your own bad memories while passing through this labour. Then, you see the white light, heaven maybe ? You're attracted, you walk and get closer. Only your soul is reaching it, your body stayed, and drops you off for a kind of rest.
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