The river

Once the river runs dry, What happens?

Clouds,
Cover my eyes.
A waterfall of tears,
Pouring out.

I try to help others, 

For they need water.
Water is life.
But the mist covers my tears,

And my own needs are never met.

So, As long as I can.
I shall help,
But days come and go.
Over and over.
But the mist never clears.
Help, Is never received.

No one will come for me.
And I now know.
For one day,
The river shall run dry.
And I shall die.
And I hope,
With all my heart.
That they meet me at the gate,
Screaming their cries of hate.

For this, Is what I deserve.

Author's Note

Does anyone else understand what I'm trying to get across?
Tell my your opinion! After all, If its your opinion you can't be wrong.

Reviews

[jesserose99]

Oh...I want to know...I've read it a few times....and I just can't understand why they deserve hate at the gate. The poetry structure is beautiful...and it is a really easy read...I just got lost. If I spoil the surprise, email me a message please and let me know what I am missing.