Reflections reveal deep parallel rivers, shallow in perceived depth.
And though in darkness no slumber has been slept.
Pain stings and persist, and though Death sings, Life insists.
Each night consist of eyes open and rivers never desist.
Gardens of serpents with one apple on the tree.
It ends as it began… At least it does to me.
Day one or 100, nothing changes; normalcy, sameness, monotony.
Pain and I are friends now. The best of; if truth be told.
I need to feel something, so, with a tight grip, her hand I hold.
Reflections reveal deep parallel rivers, their depths, to well explored.
I’ll hold tight to the hand of my friend. She and I are of one accord.