Poem: Like A River

Like A River

It runs deep, the calm surface concealing what lies beneath.
Big and broad and visible to all but no one is able to see.

There is no escape, caught in its grip, fighting the effect of retreat.
A child, impatient and persistent, intractably invading my sleep.

Ignore it I cannot, confront it I dare not, for fear it will consume me.
Pain is that river, a pain endlessly fed by all that I cannot speak.

 

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