The water beneath the bridge ripples,
Causing all the negativity to vanish,
Beneath the countless debris,
Whose quantity remains unmeasured,
Only questioned.
~~~
The water cascades through the weir,
Recounting all the tales that fell short
In capturing hearts and captivating minds.
But really, who even cares?
Only those who were absent.
~~~
As the river flows in full flood,
It asserts its calming might
Upon those who lack the strength
To banish all that is not right.
~~~
The river possesses a potent driving force,
Challenging the indolence that permeates this world.
With its swift current, it cleaves trees in two,
Submerging them in an enigmatic whirlpool.
~~~
Lost in the recesses of my mind,
I have forgotten what it feels like
To have faith in the mighty current
The one that guides towards the correct path.
~~~
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About the Creator
Mescaline Brisset
if it doesn't come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don't do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don't do it.
so you want to be a writer? – Charles Bukowski
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