Black Rivers

She walks
like the fog that covers
the city, folding in on
herself. Her tears 
slowly trail down her
cheeks and drop from
her jaw. Black rivers
show in almost narrow
forms, slowly growing
deep. She silently
moves along, keeping
her problems to herself
while asking to remain
unseen. To forever be the
little old lady on the hill that
no one feels the need to keep.

Reviews

[I Shred This Cabbage]

beautiful and sad lines. there is a very sober feeling expressed, almost that contentment is somehow found in isolation, in self-reliance and self-awareness. I may be wrong. Strong writing :)

[Alessander]

. To forever be the
little old lady on the hill that
no one feels the need to keep.

This wraps up nicely. Don't know why I thought of that old woman in Donny Darko...