Thorns of Water

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Let it go.

Submitted: January 11, 2019

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Shattered glass broken heart,

prowled in little make-shift moments of ingenious ways,

swelled, sullen and grown dogged in little tiny moments,

of sulken long lived days,

I find a way to remove you;

to separate me,

from myself.

 

 

I stand over a river.

Without a friend.

 

Watched it,

washed,

down and out, 

vanishing into outer space.

 

 

Cold, wet and violent,

a low murmur of bee hive beasts,

buzzing wetly into the rapids,

of my future,

without a friend on Earth.

 

How do I separate myself,

from trouble, 

when it only calls, 

just to pass.

Like feeling when it rains,

it always poors.

 

What is the point of all these faltering steps,

when their is no dazziling fairness,

 for a heart broken existence,

of a fair head.

 

So, I throw my heart away,

down this thunder rumbling distance,

a river of deceit,

shattered glass broken,

 replete.

 

Surely, goodness and mercy will follow me,

as I struggle against the tide,

following the river,

of my life.

 

Now, I know when die,

my soul might be damned,

until then, I throw my glass shattered heart,

into this river,

watching this wash,

bring me back to life,

again.

 

 

 

 

 


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