neither here nor there …
traversing the meandering bylanes of life
tears fall
through the cauldron of strife
memories like jagged shards of sorrow,
embedded
hewn
into a torrent of emotion
flow on
and on
cascading over raw wounds
reaching without
seeking
peace
within
clinging onto
filaments of hope
while hollow words
crawl
fade
mope
slinking away to settle
on tattered scrolls
while life persists,
so long as the river rolls…
