rivers going no-where…

i hear water trickling and a train whistle wail through this town of old…where rivers flow separately…never merging…muddy waters high in the fall from summer’s rains and spring’s promises…i hear water trickling…

cars crawl down red brick roads where soldiers once marched and battle cries screamed out into night as young men died for causes we’ll never understand…never understand…who was right…who was wronged…whose sins were never atoned for…

lights are out in boarded-up A-frame houses of wood and tar…homes that housed families hiding from the world outside only to be tricked everytime by thieves and police…thieves and police…knocks on doors always came louder…louder…never wanting an answer…never wanting an answer…

and i sit in the dim light of night looking into my future…my past…thinking of rivers and battles in this life…lost…rivers going no-where…rivers going no-where…

where is my oar…

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The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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