A river of plagues winds its way
through the soul of every living human
carrying with it the stench of guilt
and the flotsam of memory
Fed by our own misdeeds
it varies in depth from person to person
some are as deep and wide as oceans
while others are the width of a shallow stream
Be careful what you put in there
the toxicity levels will still be able
to infect your life in future
if you don't sort out your present
and clean it up
There is a river of plagues that runs
though the soul of every human
some paddle through theirs every day
others are forced to drown
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Be careful what you put in there the toxicity levels will still be able to infect your life in future... Wonderful lines for awareness of people to stay away from infection. Nicely presented poem shared on really.