This River I Cry
In the dusty mire
of half forgotten dreams,
in tear filled streams
of unfulfilled desires.
I swim towards reason
in the muddied river of time,
flowing onward
to the sea of eternity.
Whirlpools and waterfalls
currents and undertows,
seeking my drowning
the death of my will.
I swim or sink,
surf or drown,
onward, onward
through pain and storm.
There seems no rest
no tranquil shore,
no meaning to anything.
Just this river
that I cry,
I must forever swim.
Katylove commented on This River I Cry
08-19-2009
08/19/2009
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| OCEAN OF TEARS | 2 | 12/30/2009 |
| Never Too Late | 3 | 08/19/2009 |
| This River I Cry | 1 | 08/19/2009 |
| The Irony Of Suicide | 2 | 08/19/2009 |
| Nature's Song | 4 | 08/19/2009 |
| Madmen And Anarchist | 0 | 08/19/2009 |
| If You Cry A Tear | 1 | 08/19/2009 |
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| Plastic Hippie | 3 | 06/29/2009 |
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| Love's River | 0 | 02/19/2009 |
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