Rocks On A River

[(I'm sorry this poem may be a bit long, but it means a lot to me. If you read it I would very much appreciate it.)]

Life is like a flowing river
And I am but a lifeless figure
A rock stuck in the midst of flow
And I learnt much a night ago

A young girl was lost along the sea
She clung for her dear life to me
In treacherous waves that snatched her pride
This girl held on, she always cried

Her eyes were the bluest of blue
Her face was pale, and pretty too
Yet sorrows drained all of her soul
She seemed so dead; No life at all

I prayed for happiness to come
Cheering her up made me feel glum
For I am the rock amidst the river
Neither a miracle nor a life giver

Rocks cannot move, we have no heart
By waves we're tossed and torn apart
Yet we comfort all those in good time
If weary and are passing by,
You may sit for long hours or a few
We have not much more good to do
As the river moves on into new places
A rock just sits, seeing old faces.

This girl, who called her self Marie
Was depressed, and looked more hurt than me
It scares me at times to see the truth
For it was her inner self that was so bruised

What did she do to deserve these scars?
They were much deeper than mine, by far
So finally in speaking I did stumble:
"What made your heart die down and crumble?"

If I am correct, I know I heard
Marie spoke first with just four words:
"I am a rock." She calmly said
"I have no heart. Like you, I'm dead
And in this river I do see
So many lost, like you and me
Now let me sit, and live like you
With nothing much more fun to do
The river can hurt us, but we'll stay
As ferocious waves move on their way
Together we can pass this by
For I am a rock. Just you and I."

With much concern I babbled on
It would be best if she were gone
But we were rocks within the sea
Just dirt amongst much more debris

And time went on. We grieved in sorrow
Awaiting new hopes on the morrow
Instead alas, this I must say
A gentleman came on our way

He seemed so happy, yet I knew
What masks and such powers can do
We questioned him, at first his name
With a smile he called himself James

If I am correct, I know I saw
As in books, one character flaw
It was deceit. Hidden not well
In knowing this my spirits fell

James had utmost handsome features
Perfection, unlike any creature
I yearned for him until I knew
The truth on which his heart did brew:

"I am a seller, best in land
Blindly money falls in my hand
Each one looks down upon my luck
So quickly I can make a buck.
Yet my fate was never luck at all
I cheated in life...started small
Until I felt pride in my work
Each one that came my way was hurt
I robbed them blind with much deceit
Until I came on top. Elite
Now my luck haunts me at night
And I cannot live through the fight
The guilt it drains my soul and heart
Like you I'm lost and torn apart."

Marie and I listened with care
Of course there was no one else there
In the midst of the river we stood
Keeping him calm the best we could

James glared at us, still unconvinced
And most importantly he said this,
A phrase I know I heard before
That man said four words and then more:

"I AM A ROCK, like you I cry
Each night I pray wishing to die
Every day this river twists and turns
And my heart it screams; my soul it burns.
There is nothing more I'd rather be
I'm sick of this river, running free
Waves are rough, the tides are high
Too much for this malicious guy
So let me sit here and lay bruised
I'm scared to face another truth,
I've been lost in this river's flow
Where people see just what they know."

This time I knew his true desire
And so I never did inquire
We were the trio stuck upstream
And James still had his nightmare dream

People came and people went
Observing was how time was spent
We each had our horrible days
Each inert in our own good ways
Through both of them I cried and learned
As time went on my heart still burned
Now there were many rocks, not just a few
I should have said, I'd known that too.

For life is like a flowing river
And we are all mere lifeless figures
I never knew but now I see,
So many rocks live just like me.

[(If you got this far, thank you! The poem means a lot to me, and it has many multiple and deep meanings in my opinion. Comment, and I will definately return the favor!)]