#riverbank
I tip-toe down to the riverbank, taking one last look at all of the greenery
and deep breaths as I count to three. Wading through the water silently,
I dive beneath the surface and let the river carry me,
away from all my troubles and reality.
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 1:14 PM UTC
Taking a drive on a Summer night
getting lost on country roads
Windows down, holding hands
the smell of fresh-cut grass
the harmonious sound of cicadas and tree frogs
while the wind blows through our hair.
It was perfect.
Parking the car beside the lake
Beneath the stars
on a cheap, cotton blanket
making love on the riverbank
We were perfect.
Breaking the rules
dancing on a bridge
You falling asleep on my shoulder
at midnight
as I drive us home.
Life was perfect.
These are memories I will never lose
from a Love that didn't last
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 12:34 AM UTC
In the underpass sat a hunched male figure
wrapped in an old blanket
a woollen hat pulled down over his head
beside him his scruffy dog
his sad eyes following those walking by
listening his silent cry.
In front a small sign written in large letters
simply read please help me
a chipped tin mug placed close to his feet
some people showed him pity
putting loose change in before moving on
never asking what was wrong.
Not until that day man and dog were gone
was it noticed the empty space
at the same moment on a lonely riverside
a dog was barking frantically
running alone along the slippery wet bank
where a body had recently sank.
A blanket laid half submerged at the edge
definitely something was wrong
a couple ran oven concerned about the dog
spotting a body drowned
another life lost where nobody really cared
yet sadness they both shared!
The Foureyed Poet.
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 2:49 PM UTC