The River
Your eyes enter the room and share your thoughts.
I collect them, relieving you and take them home.
The quiet is shattered but at least I have that.
I see you glance at him with patience.
What about me?
Reach for me and the fury calms.
I am worthy of being sought.
I will remain here with my favorite companion.
Dignity.
But the river rises and builds.
The words leave and will never return.
The toll burdens me.
I will meet you downstream.
Copyright © Patrick Cornwall | Year Posted 2011
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment