The roots of these words
Need a river to feed them
The ditches have been dug
But I decided the nutrients
Had to shared
I needed more ditches
And instead of going to the source
I just split the original ditch
Into many small creeks
The water runs almost dry
Like the words of my poems
Lost meanings
Empty phrases
Lack of punctuation
The idea I began with
Has been washed away
Like a sandy bank
At the edge of a river rapid
Unable to hold on
By itself
I am not sure I will be able to hold on
To my ideas
Or if I have lost myself
While trying to become
Something I am not
Another one of those
That does not act
But watches
As life passes by
Like a river
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