The Crimson River

There is a mystical river
flowing since ancient times
the elixir of life
the messenger of death
the crimson river they said
flowed quietly beneath the surface
sometimes breaking free
soaking the earth red
bringing death
to those caught in its fury
they said the river
binds us all together
that its a part of you
that its a part of me
so I slit my wrists
in my quest
for the mystical river
and it gushed out
pulsating as if alive
like some wild beast
at last free from captivity
i watched the river flow
draining away my life
painting the floor red
as it slowly stole my breath
numbness filled its place
and soon there was no pain
my crimson river had stopped
never to flow again

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Category: Poems