Reverberating Lines

River

In a cold dark night of the now soundless city, lays a river of shards sharpened with enmity.
The River at this time, flows fastest to the south.
The Cuts, scars and stab wounds appear fine, reassured by the smile on one's mouth.
down a spiral one goes, unbeknownst to those ignorant.
Afraid the blood would seep through their clothes, One must remain Belligerent.

Twisting down the bank of madness, feelings words can never express.
The World is a mess and you have no right to speak. Others have it worse yet they dont say a peep.

A billion unanswered questions one asks themselves. Unfinished thoughts scattered on the shelves.
Who am I and who am I to be? When will I ever find peace?

Do I want to claim your body as my own or Do I never want to wake up alone?
Maybe thats just the hunger to be part of something bigger.
Or maybe another pointless persona to be accepted and understood.
But still I cannot forget the place where you stood.
Fear and Anxiety of being unwanted, disowned and stoned, if this question were to be answered with a yes rather than a no.

If only I could pluck this out like weeds in a garden.
Maybe then I could fit the column of your perspective.
They are easily Dishearted by activities they think are counter-productive.

What do you think is the product of your words?
Words that cut through the skin and stabbed through whats left of one's self-esteem.

Dear almighty Lord, please tell me who I am.
Please guide me with your light, and protect me with your hand.
This may not be my last night, so please give me strength to fight with all my might.
Thats all I ask for myself, the rest of my prayers are for those who need it.
For their better health and for them to never quit it.

Down I go in this river of shards. With hope of a magnificent waterfall to calmer waters.
As it stretches down south, I feel the shards stab deeper. But please don't mind that, instead bask in the beauty of this glowing River.