Lifeless River

Lost and lonely; Alone, in my own solitude Walking; wandering; Wondering; worrying under the grip of the souls of darkness, Living at the banks of a blue river, in a small Hut, built by mud and clay, The stagnant water deep and dark; No light; no illuminations; No clouds, No moon, No stars The water was dark like my own life Within the water was cold blooded, just as my soul felt. I missed the feel of sun on my skin, the feel of a soft breeze through my hair, the smell of rain in the air. It felt as if I had been in this dark place all my life, But missed living, I lost and all that in front of me , due to this lifeless river. ** By Williamsji maveli Email williamsji@yahoo.com www.williamsji.com Copyright © 2013 Williamsji