T’was fate that brought me there
That black and haunted river
Swallowing light and life and hope
My hope
In death we ponder the errors
To justify rapture.
making the fool of free will
of love
of sharing
too late we see the trap
too caught in the tragedy, the rapture
the mystical, the practical
I stand before this fate filled channel
Ripped of love, of free will, of sharing
Too late I saw the trap
Too filled with the rapture of my view of the mystical
To believe in the practical
Caught in the tragedy
Now the black haunts me, swallows my life
Fated for life to river through my fingers
Brought to the end of hope
My hope
© 2008 Susan S.
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