I cry a river.
Cold water and fast rapids.
The water foams, bubbles and rages.
Over sharp stones and big boulders.
Cutting and twisting through the mountain.
The river deepens with each breath.
In and out, fast winds with fury.
Tears and rain. Drops of pain.
Feeding the monsters bed.
Swimming, trying to stay a float.
Drowning the sorrow. Flowing to hope.