Doused - Poem by anthony jones
Lonely plains with banks bound
The river aches but flows regardless.
Trees they creak but sway so gentle
shade my thoughts from roaming.
Brevity slows and dies out here
My heart stops to decay.
I'm a fallen leaf to you my dear
But at least I can hope for reprisal.
The heavy moon, full, yet silent
Sleeps with me, reviving me.
I'll live to beathe another breath
but it's yours I live to feel.
Every tear I shed for you
urges a pain so memorable.
The fiery depths of my naked soul
are doused by the river so stable.
The calming lands move on too quickly
My shattered bones need no more haste!
I want to cry a little bit longer
My tears are all I have left to taste.
Alone am I my woes too great.
I owe it all to you;
My wicked fate.
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