A Poem by Runo N. Savel

Sitting on the riverside


Sitting on the riverside

Waiting for his hand

I just keep on sitting here

I do not dare to stand

For if I raise my body up

How then will he see me?

Doesn’t know how to look up

Only below him can he see

I’m not good enough for him

Not good enough for any man

I don’t expect him to come to me

He knows I understand

So why do I keep sitting here,

Watching them all pass by?

What else have I got to do?

I do not dare to cry

My hand is so lonesome

It forgot how to feel

It has forgotten how to touch

Something that is real

One of these days I just might

Leave the side of the river

Where will I go, you ask?

Right into the river

© 2014 Runo N. Savel

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Added on June 27, 2014
Last Updated on June 27, 2014
Tags: poem, dark, loneliness, love


Runo N. Savel
Runo N. Savel

Manchester, NH

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