A River Runs Wild Poem by Rene Bennett

The wind is gently calling my name
blowing softly, whispering in vain.
The sun is hiding casting my shadow
I see it today, will I see it tomorrow?

The clouds have stopped moving across the sky
rain keeps falling and I don't know why.
The moon it travels from here to there
forever fading, going nowhere.

Sadness flows freely as rivers of rain
yet, as a new day begins, I'll again hide my pain.
I never knew such loneliness could be
so deep in my soul. A river in me