By The River

Down to the river.

A smile, a cheer.

Laughter in our ears.

A macabre showing of our fear.

Though, here we stand;

Fighting for those smiles.

Weighing the cost of a sigh.

But the water is warm, that we feel.

What we wouldn’t give to just let go.

All that fills our mind, clinging.

Ascribed to this harrowed vision.

A place where there can be no deep incision.

What are we doing; what are we playing?

A game of ignorance?

A game of pretence?

Something… something.

And yet none of it makes sense.

But in the momentary fun we revel.

In the splashing of water;

In the soundlessness of beneath.

This, it is something we must strive to keep.


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