Still waters

I am the water flowing through the rain,

always moving towards my dreams.

Still at times of peace so alone,

awaiting the sign to press on.

In having a soul I cry for love,

broken is knowing ignorance bliss.

Seeing now that I was never anything,

to a heart beating someone else's name.

Tragic the story when reading out loud,

how vengeance makes shattered love.

I know I am to blame for the pain I am in,

nobody knows me, who could even care?

I whisper thoughts dreaming light in my eyes,

as I become the water I was destined to be.

Flowing strong my weakness bears all,

fating to find written scores so long ago.

Etched on my face the words I never knew,

of love and of a passion seen only in fairytales.

My lips are made to be nourished with passion,

kissed by death while tasting new life.

As I flow through the lives of the few aware,

nothing changes because of the change.

Is it okay for me to cry when broken,

does it matter if when together I feel so alone?

So much left said to be unsaid,

waves of rain pouring down on my eyes.

I am the water, you are my rain,

life is empty if it doesn’t have you.

What else is left to be done in my life,

if dead already, why must I flow?









Johnny Newell