The river flows, swift and strong.
Resting beside the pool I lie
Listening to the rapid’s song
Whilst the river flows on by.
Reflections mimic each move I make;
Dispassionate, distorted, and wild.
Warped by ripples on the lake,
Somehow the water feels defiled
By my presence on the riverbank.
The sunlight dances on a sunken bed
Of all the bones from those who sank.
I wish I lay down there instead.
Cradled by the river’s soft embrace,
I know I won’t be here for long,
And I sink below the surface.
Here at least, I can do no wrong.
When they find me, weeks from now
I wonder if they’ll want to know.
Will they wonder why, and how
Of all the ways in which to go
And why a person wants to die
It was on the riverbed I chose to lie.
About the Creator
Ash Taylor
Lover of fantasy and all things whimsical. Currently studying Writing and Publishing at UNE in Armidale, Australia. Living on Anaiwan land.
he/him
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