Dripped over stones of me

poured like babbling brooks to my deepest self

watered of time’s precious touch

let me flow down your banks

 

Every leaf on its watered journey

caries a part of me

its color its shape

 only my eyes have seen

blood gushes out the hue

and bleeds into waters edge

 

drops of me hit against the rocks

bruised and sinking

reaching out to branches to find

themselves

too  light to stay my life

 

the rain becomes a blanket

to my dying hopes

pouring ..devouring

the air that remains

 

Water now mocks me

slowly undertow

bubbles inside me

reach the soul

whose sins are ..incomplete

 

the waterfall spits me

spews me

to the boulders

as always

 head first

I die..

 

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