The River

Another dreary piece of writing inspired by the tough times that we all face.

Have you ever just wanted someone,
To reach out and grab your hand?
To ask how you are, and mean it,
To see them try to understand?

It is a feeling quite unlike others,
The void it leaves in its wake.
For if you could, you'd give the world,
But everyone just wants to take.

A little bit more every minute,
The pieces are ripped and in pain,
You scream to the skies,
Lord, why all these ties,
Do you sever but make me remain.

I try to talk, and to listen,
I swear, I do what I can.
But the words they fall flat,
As they are twisted and spat,
And though I'm pushed, it's said that I ran.

For nothing will ever bring peace,
To these rapids that surge through my life.
Battered by the worn rocks of the river,
But like the soldiers of old, I die by the knife.

Reviews

[B. Maaitah]

I love how this poem is very technical, yet very emotional, very structured but very lyrical.. the organic despair flows in it like a gentle breeze of air, it's not dreary but rather empathy-driven.. cause sometimes the empathy we need to extend the most is toward oneself..

[Joshua W. Harris]

Thank you so much for the review!! I really appreciate you reading this piece and commenting on it. I am glad that the emotion got through and was able to make you feel alongside the poem.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it might be dreary, but it is truth...and god, i wish when people asked us how we are doing that they really mean it....we are soldiers on a losing battlefield these days....hard to feel the sunshine, when there is so much rain.

nicely done.

[Joshua W. Harris]

Thank you, yet again, for a wonderful review, Jacob. I really do appreciate you stopping in to check out my poetry. You're a damn fine fellow, to be sure. =]
I hope you have been well, and continue to be well in the coming days.