River

The river runs quickly and sharply at night,

Comes out easily, doesn’t put up a fight.

The blade cuts deep into the ground,

Finally, serenity has been found.

The sudden rush of the river hits,

Even though it’s falling to bits.

Flowing too far down the earth,

Whilst wondering how much it’s worth.

But this cut is never going to heal,

The river will never cast a seal.

The river will stay as long as I live,

Maybe not long as I have no more to give.