#WritcoPoemPrompt6
The river that flows down the hill,
Is never able to be a moment still,
The rocks and pebbles at it's edge,
Lie as steady as the dead,
And the trees that stand at it's side,
Don't stop swaying as if on a ride.

I sit at the edge of this river,
And I write my future forever,
I hope these dreams come true,
I hope I fall in love with only you,
And by this river I bring my mission,
Tempted I drop my twisted mission.

By this river again I sight,
A skylark comes patching at my right,
It sings its love song,
I stay weak but feel strong,
I a soldier running from battle,
Trying to find peace in times of riot.

The place this river lies is peaceful,
It's yonder I find solace wonderful,
A thousand days,
But happiness brings ways,
I know I am going to die,
This truly I cannot lie...

Blood sips forth from my wound,
I clutch the last silver pound,
I stretch it to the skylark,
"Bring it to mother my days are dark."
It picks it by the beak and flies,
To my home, my hope relies.

Finally I close my eyes,
I await as the grim reaper sighs,
"Time to go son."
The sky covers the sun,
I sleep so rested like a bat
my heart slows am wasted at...

The river that flows down the hill,
That is never able to be a moment still
The rocks and pebbles at it's edge,
Lie as steady as the dead...





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