Water, trickling down my face,
Tears won’t stop pulling me down.
Afloat upon a river bank,
Over flowing still with hurt.
Swimming to shore, hoping it will fade,
Tide too high for me to dive.
Recover from the water logged
And damp imprint left in me.
Nothing works, but my eyes
Continue to shed a rip.
Blowing of the wind,
Changes the water flow.
Armed with ammunition,
All guards on board to help.
Shooting down the criminal who
Made me this way.
Guns and swords, ready to fight,
I hold back.
