Water Falls From The Skies Poem by Adrian Antique

made friends with some nearby -
names, faces glued to the waters in the sky …
placed down my sword and armor, my wide-open chest
only to be stabbed, pierced straight in the eye.

jumped over the fence so alone and mindless,
thought reaching out would heal my loneliness …
only have myself to blame, a world so unforgiving -
should have built a taller wall against conquest.

shared my stories, my voice, and some dancing
laughter in a different language, and really not knowing
a few had been sharpening their tongues for my pain
while I laid down my pocket, my trust, and my heart's string.

prayed to God to once again free me from this stain -
hurt in my face, dirt in my eyes, please send me rain …
promised never to swim again in shallow, noisy waters
might as well just drown my smiles in pages of adventure lane.

so, this is how it has to be on the edge of these rivers -
i know how to swim but It's better to keep to my shivers.
love is whistling to one's self in the storm with vicious strangers …
while holding on to a bundle full of thorny wet flowers.