This River
To Hatred and Bitter memories.
This river roiled and boiled with fury
A new dawn had birthed its currents
Yet dusk awaited with discontents
In darkness to swallow and bury
This river was thought to be gone
In dusk’s dark cave was swallowed
But in the darkness it wallowed
Until it was once again in dawn
This river found a great momentum
Its current was strengthened by fury
The thought of dusk making it angry
And now streams added it their sum
This river is a dark memory
One which dusk cannot bury.
