Rushing Water
A still pond,
A rock thrown.
The pond ripples.
Water sits still,
In its prison,
Biding its time.
Wind cleaves a trench.
The shackles that had subdued
The pond, are gone
With the glorious wind
Pond runs through the opening
and joins the lake.
Lake and pond merge
Creating their own river.
River rushes freely,
Untamed.
It spreads word
through glorious wind
Of the freedom that is to be had
And enjoyed by all,
Subdued bodies of water.
I cry for those who can't, I lie to protect the ones I love, I fight to keep justice, But why wont anyone do the same for me?
 Wandering Poet Raphael · Sun Aug 24, 2008 @ 07:20am · 0 Comments |
