If Life Doesn't Kill You, Emptiness Will.

River

Everything seems to flow,
Whether it's roughly,
Whether it's smoothly.
It carries small portions of things,
Like a river eroding the bank.
And this river can only haul so much,
Just like your shoulders.
Eventually, it's all dropped.
All of it, gone.
You must dig through it all,
Just to find one bit.
Like the sediment the river deposited.
The small grains,
Pricked and prodded through,
To find the one you were looking for.