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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