RiversA Poem by Iqmal
Happiness is like water flowing in the river.
It ebbs and flow with the tide. One minute, you're overflowing with it, The next, it is passive, and still. Once in a while, it builds up into a massive wave, And you get caught in its current. Leaving you without time to escape, Swiftly sweeping you further away than you have been And you could never go back to where you were, Where who you were is just another distant memory. Never able to return to the life you once knew, Never to the river you once belong to.
© 2018 Iqmal |
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