BY THE RIVER

A powerful poem by Lorraine.

Yesterday as we drove
Through a foreign land
Close yet far
I sensed a darkness
Mysteries held
An iceberg
Of former times
Beyond the concrete barrier
A river
That called many
And enticed a few
That plucked some from life
By force
That became a resting place for sorrows
Once turbulent
A place of killing
Of undoing
I see the traces
I hear the moaning of souls
I walk in the graveyard
And hear the river sing

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