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.