The Raven And The Crow. -A poetry collection

16. River of youth

It flows,

Winding,

Down,

A,

Path,

And,

I wonder what'll

Become of me,

When I find the river of youth,

Will I dip my hands in,

and feel the warmth of souls?

Or will I feel harsh icy water?

The river of youth screams,

in terror as a crook steals again,

It hurts with all the maliciousness.

A sweet memory turned sour,

The lion roars and I'm surrounded,

by screaming,

A shame,

Such a terror,

When you put a lion in a cage,

How long will it take for the lion to eat the

bars?

With a bear on a leash,

Thrashing to bite the hand that feeds,

But the hand that feeds also locks up the bear,

Trapping it.

The river of youth,

Covered in honey colored water,

Remembers all.

So

I

wonder

What'll

Become

Of

Me

When I

Dive,

All,

the

Way,

In.

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