Rivers.

Waters came and flooded the city.

Everything washed away, down the drain.

A flush of pink, a slab of gray, and a rotting house to remain.

Tangled together in matted lumps,

I watch them.

The birth of a rushing river covers the ruins.

It runs and froths and bubbles.

Nothing it could do would disappoint me,

But I still have to cross it alone.

Sticks and stones may break my bones,

And the waters shall surely drown me.

I fall, and as I do, the current reveals the rotting tombs.

Nothing that is written could truly describe my heart break.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful poem. Water had great power. The more man try to control. The less we control. A bad death with water. Can destroy a city in minutes. Good description allowed reader to have vision of drowning. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Stormy Weather]

Thank you very much!

[Talal Hussain]

Nicely composed

[Stormy Weather]

Thank you :)