Saturday, September 11, 2010

The River Scars

My scars though invisible run deep like a river etching its fate into a canyon

Running water never to cease carving its way deeper and deeper


Cutting its way to the endless point which is my heart

Taking away bits of me slowly, taunting death daily


Snapshots fading down with the murky water flooding dreams never to be

Plowing down old growth, sweeping away landscape changing paths of chaos


Waters edge becomes cliffs edge higher and higher

Dangling roots, broken branches patiently waiting to fall never to grow again


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