Where the River’s Bent
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Thoughts;
Polluted
Suns eluded
Pens raced in and out of time
Faith commuted
Prostituted
Met the verge of suicide
They lay there where the river’s bent
To streaming thoughts, tapped their toes
Not sure where the river sets
But hoped to god it flows
Scans computed
Minds; deluded
Fears; stirred and amplified
Music; muted
and prosecuted,
Now slithered into wailing sighs
They lay there where the river’s bent
Their fears and hopes all disclosed
Their misty eyes in haze had wept
Consoling ebbing flows
