ABYSS

 

 

I'm still here,

Waiting by the river side.

It's almost drying up,

But I found a spot along the banks.

A rock that beneath water spurts.

It's little but trust me,

I haven't gone thirsty since.

Seasons have come,

Some were wet,

Others were dry

So much dry I saw them giving up

I tried to stretch my hands,

But I couldn't reach them,

They dropped down in-front of me.

With their eyes staring right into my face

Full of anger and pain.

I stared back!

Deeply. 

I tried to search for their faces,

But it was too bright,

No, too dark.

I saw nothing. 

It stole everything

But the water still flows.

Maybe it's me.

The Abyss 

@art_of_heart