Hope Doesn'T Float

I stand in the raging river in flood, brown water flushes the sand grains that seem like the cells of dry blood. I feel the pangs of your hidden pains when your broken heart bleeds pale, hear the moan of the wounded bird the nest ravaged by the summer gale. Vaporized sorrow makes eyes blurred, I see in the distant niche of your face the frozen eyes melt uncontrolled like snow crystals under the sun’s rays. The eyes strained red and anguished liquefy in tear as a river in flood brown for me to swim away or to drown. I stand in the raging river in flood, the water compresses my chest a lot, doesn’t touch my heart of cold blood. The gloomy water throttles my throat, I don’t stretch my hands to reach you for I live my own life, I needed to float. Have I let my inflated mind to brew an ego nesting hollow negligence in rot or weave motive of conscious rejection? Have you sunk your mind in the thought of groundless and fragile expectation? Hope doesn’t float on a flooded river sympathy doesn’t know how to swim, you don’t grasp the idea called life ever. I step out of the river, your melted dream, I wait in patience for the right time to start to make the river flow back to your eyes. Let it gather shards of your broken heart, let pieces of sunk dream from depth rise, let the river lay fertile silt on the wasteland spread the seeds of green hope all over. Saplings would sprout in the desert sand your mind would turn into a valley of flower. Love would again blossom in your heart I would leave my dream with you and depart. November 12, 2017. Contest : Choose a Topic. Topic : Hope.