The Shadowy Rivers Past

In the Shadowy Rivers Past
Many come to lay
Here they find comfort in anger
And no revenge to their dismay

The gentle flow of the waters
Beckon thee to follow
Heed my warning now
or forever in the past wallow

They feed on thy fears and doubts
They long for thy pain
If thou allow this to happen
Thou will never know nothing but rain

Allow nothing to fear thee
Nothing to the moment of last
Or forever dwell
In the Shadowy Rivers Past

Now one more thing before I take to my leave
Let past remain, let future be
Live the present
And letting go is the key

*I know it doesn't really flow too good. If you have any suggestions, please tell me. And please feel free to comment on this poem.