Between my home and the place I live
There is a river.
The river is soot and ash,
Yet, somehow, it sustains life.
Between my heart and those I love
There is a river.
The river is crushed glass,
But many attempt to cross it.
Between my life and the life that I know
There is a river.
The river is a lie,
But I still believe in it.
Between my reality and yours
There is a river.
The river has no sides,
But you still claim to be on the right one.
YOU ARE READING
My Poems - 2018
PoetryNo one has to read this. It's not interesting. I don't really think the poems will be very good, either. (NOT EDITED OR CHECKED FOR ANY GRAMMATICAL ERRORS.)
