Enemy River

Hiding from shadows deep,
The water slowly begins to seep.
In the entire feeling of time,
It crosses what was ever mine.
Trees with wood of clarity,
Fruits meant to be sold to charity.
A small blade of grass pious,
Picked up and tossed around.
The riverbed is abound with moss,
Making peace go for small toss.
Weight of the water is difficult to bear,
Perhaps I will drown out of fear.
The sinister pricks crawls silent,
Then it rushes past the light.
I can sense the might of blue,
Yet the feeling of red eludes me.
My time has maybe come,
To leave the mind which I possessed.
I give up and slowly water takes me,
In time,out of it,perhaps towards eternity.