Lifeless River
Lost and lonely;
Alone, in my own
solitude
Walking;
wandering;
Wondering;
worrying
under the grip of the
souls of darkness,
Living at the banks of
a blue river, in a small
Hut, built by mud and clay,
The stagnant water
deep and dark;
No light;
no illuminations;
No clouds,
No moon,
No stars
The water was dark
like my own life
Within the water
was cold blooded,
just as my soul felt.
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,
But missed living,
I lost and all that
in front of me ,
due to this
lifeless river.
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By
Williamsji maveli
Email
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www.williamsji.com
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