The Swelling River

The sound of water gushes down the big dirty river
beating on the backs of stubborn rocks whose root
is buried beneath the pregnant ground
penetrating the deep and listening to its musical sound
Water  flows intensely down the cascade searching
for a pathway to break through my inflated soul
Trees hangs solemnly over the bloated well
This is the place where they all dwell
Trees with swollen trunks and long roots 
burst out of the watery ground
Stand up like giant on the side of the river bank
Taking on the persona of a  living man
I lay on a big rock in the river bed pretending as if I was dead
And and all of a sudden water start swelling around me
Dragging me to face my destiny 
Water flowing from all direction
Bashing against the rocks clearing up the debris
and rooting up the broken trees
Hidden away in the cracks and crevices of the rocks
And cemented up in a mystical wall
He took one giant step before the historical fall
The trees stared proudly at me as  if I had won a victory
But somewhere among the disloyal pack it was hiding in the back
One dry tree stood among the green and healthy trees
Sucking up the all nourishment and hiding from its predicament
They dine together  in the middle of the night
And chat until broad daylight gazing at the static sea
I recuse myself from the rock
To see what was happening behind my back
The water  pushed me and the current pulled me
dragging me fiercely to face my destiny
The river is swelling all around me.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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