Poet of the River Poems

A single blade of grass,
Sways in the evening wind.
For it is the last one standing,
The rest have started to bend.
...

I sit by my window,
Listening to the sound of horse hoofs
on the cobblestone walk way.
I brush my hair in the mirror,
...

I am I.
But why am I?
I am I,
I do not know why.
...

Happy or sad,
Good or bad,
or even a lunatic whose lost there mind.
...

Grey, Grey,
Colors fray.
Cast down,
Blown away.
...

There is nothing I feel,
Everything is grey.
My thoughts locked away by a seal,
I have successfully hid them away.
...

Cope, Cope.
Don't lose hope.
Stretch out your arms,
Grab the rope.
...

Welcome to the people zoo!
Everyone is here, even you.
There is work, games, and many things to do,
Down here at the people zoo.
...

Inside your cage you let out a sigh,
Forced out by the hollowness of nothing to do.
Looking out through the bars as the world passes you by,
Awaiting judgment to befall you,
...

Your vision starts to blur,
Your words start to slur,
You find your balance is off.
You refuse to sit,
...