Friday, 29 October 2010

I leave, River Lone

I have visited many rivers
None has brought me to my knees
Even Styx gave me no quake
The waters of the world say I’m soul

Across and wide, above and below
Where rivers met, I went there
My desires sat in a liquid strength
My course flowed into your snare

You knew my name before I arrived,
Isn’t that why you disowned me thrice
Said without me, you would be deprived
For my boundaries flooded your waters

You wished to keep me in you, I see
Yet you knew we lived in a world apart
Your grip has paralysed my legs
But on these bent knees, I depart.

(c) Jumoke Verissimo 2010

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