The River is Cold – Written Tuesday 21st September 2010 (Aged 35)

The River is Cold

you cling to a rock
it moves down a river
you pass by –
all of the dreams that failed to deliver
the river is cold
so all you can do is shiver
and you tell me –
that as you cling to this rock
that your life has a kind of perfection
all i see though –
is a person without controlled direction
swept along
in a river flowing way too fast
you are clinging to a rock
your leg remains in an ongoing cast

James Garratt – Tuesday 21st September 2010

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