I sat on the edge of river bank

with a wandering eye

and a dwindling heart

I can see my reflection

but for some reason today it makes me cry

my toes drown as I force them in this unintended baptismal stream

as I try to hold back another tear

But my floodgates have been unkept for years

dark images plot revenge against my potential consolation

yelping and taunting me with

my lost dreams and hollowed ambitions

my mind tussles with

my past lovers

repeated mistakes

and haunting apparitions

my only comfort and fleeting peace

is the ebb and flow of the rivers edge

just like standing on the world's highest building

on the building's highest ledge

and all that I can see below

are the stuttered, unordered events of my life

playing and replaying in slow motion

while my loyal fairies concoct

fantasies, hideaways and secret potions

I hold tight to the river bank

embracing the seductive waves that follow me

now if it would only be kind enough

to simply

      swallow me

By Cynthia Mitchell a.k.a. Original Cyn ©