The River Thought

Speak willingly to the world,
Untold secrets lay rotting.
Infection develops in the mind,
Reason sleeps in darkness.

Lethargic thoughts meander,
Unaware of any place of rest.
Heavy eyes of fog see nothing
In the world they inhabit.

Decrepit hands grasp life,
Caressing soft features; a memory.
As withered lips whisper in silence
One last curse to death in vain.