The River

March 22, 2018
By Anonymous

Flowing into the unknown,where do you go
You wander eternally without hope
Traveling,like a ship that’s lost its row
I wonder why you flow,how do you cope


Cool to the touch like the skin of the dead
Sparkling like a fire forever bright
Those who swim in you have a sense of dread
It is your light that shines into the night

No longer will you flow without meaning
You will see and hear a world without fear
What you see is real,you are not dreaming
No I am not a prophet nor a seer


You will not die nor will you dry to dust
My friend, you shall give the people your trust


The author's comments:

This peice is my first ever sonnet.

This is a Shakespearean sonnet without iambic pentameter 


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