The River Path Poem by Kevin Webster
The River Path
Canoeing down the long path
of the river path.
Where the rotting lives meet.
Where the souls cry before the drift away.
As the life was draining,
so was myself.
I never knew what it was like
to have a family or
a friend.
my heart was cold and bitter
with a taste of hate.
I guess
I am here for all the
mistakes I made.
Canoeing down the river path
by the lifeless soul of mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
9/19/2024 3:45:27 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Well written.. You draw your pain in this wonderful lines.