The River

I walked into a river


Flowing deeply and rapidly through series of bends and breaks.

A mighty serpent of nature’s ego,

I was grabbed, controlled, thrashed about.


The river has no mercy.

No heart in this monster of darkness,

Reasoning seemed ludacris.


I screamed and flailed my aching arms.

Drinking the life of the river,

I sunk deep below the surface.


Never to be known of. Never to be seen. Never to be real again.





One day I anticipate biting a fisherman’s lure and living the remainder of my life in a pickle bucket on a yacht.


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