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Poetry By: Williamsji

Tags: Fantasy

This is simple poem based on an imaginary feelings of a lonely personality, who thinks life is not worth at all

Williamsji Maveli

Submitted:Feb 14, 2013    Reads: 15    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   

River Life!

Lost and lonesome;

Alone, in my own solitude

Walking; wandering;

Wondering; worrying

Under the grip of the

Souls of darkness

My life dwelled

at the banks of

The blue river,

in a small

Hut, built by mud and clay,

The stagnant water

Is dark and deep;

No light; no illuminations;

No clouds, No moon, No stars

The water colour was black

and the life is cold blooded

I missed the feel of sun on my skin,

the feel of a soft breeze

through my hair,

the smell of rain in the air.

It felt as if I had been in this

dark place all my life, was almost

comforting. But missed living

but I was lost and all that was

in front of me was this lifeless river.


Williamsji Maveli





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