The River

The river is so calm and clear
The water's flow hides my tears
The water's tranquility
Treats me with civility
And somewhat eases my pain

Sitting on my knees
Begging the river "please,"
I hear a faint cry
A man, who seemed to be as sad as me
He lied there on the ground
With a utility of torture found

He held it up to his wrist,
The blade and skin gently kissed,
The violently pulled apart
Seeming to break his heart

Across the river is where he sat
A pool of blood as his mat
He looked up and caught my eye
He was about to die

Silently we talked a while
Until i was sure i made him smile
He yelled to me "I'm letting go,"
I winked at him and said "I Know."

He fell down with his eyes closed
I could tell his soul rose
I sat there thinking about why i was sad;
The memory made me mad
I Jumped into the river, wide
I struggled there till i felt the tide

I yelled to the sky
"I'm letting go too."
It asked me, "Why?"
"So I can be with you."

Copyright© Barbara L. Taylor
January 13th 2007