Alone in the River with Who?

 Sitting on an island with who?

 I’m not sitting here with you.

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 All alone,

Rivers and cones

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You lied and you cheated.

Left me angry and weakened.

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The smell of pine, fresh trees and time,

 all I do is sit and rhyme.

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 For God’s sake,

 I am not fake!

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 I sit here and bare my soul.

Does this baring ever get old?

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 Not for you. You thought I amusing.

Thrown away, the devil’s fling.

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 Broken and shattered;

 Maybe I’ll stop rhyming now;

 Perhaps I’ll change verse;

 Maybe I’ll heal somehow;

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Jump into the water;

Head first? Feet first?

 What is best? I don’t know.

My heart heals worst.

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 Maybe I need to slow down, stick my toe in the river,

Center myself, holding onto the cone.

I see someone there next to me doing the same as I,

Next to me, answers lie, I’m not alone.

Angela Thompson