It concerns you not
To try and understand me.
I'm just a fish against the current.
You think you can hook me?
Wrong, think again,
For you are used to guppies
And what a piranha I am.
Don't try to build a bridge over troubled water,
For me is best you build
One hell of a good dam.
I am a torrid river with merciless torments
Yet you won't understand it,
Go swimming somewhere else.
At night,
My waters are cloudy with nightmares
Even the stones are afraid of my wrath
You think you can brige the gap,
What an ignorance!
Beware, friend, for
He who swims in muddy waters
Too often ends up drowned.
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Exorcism: A Poetry Anthology
PoetryA collection of poetry dealing with life, love, and its side effects.
