River of Release

Talking to myself again, chocked by arms of ice;
memories of how it used to be blurr before me
I wait on her to achieve a pinnacle of love

Visions open wounds; I tremble, the mirror
cries how small ugly and dimished.
I grow to hate her as emotions sour
knowing her heart has no kindness.
She lacks consciousness that I exist, a world
blinded by fantasy, her true nature flows,
through an underground channel where I
breath to survive.  Sadness...tears from
a child's lips, love never was assured
in her drunken rages.

The river's gradual flow becomes white water
rushing over boulders. The sun's gentle warmth
is absorbed in trees that line along the shore,
leaves parade autumn tints. Ducks take flight
silence is broken by wings beating air. The mallard
and mate follow in nature's order as their squawks
echo over black water that reflects amber shapes.
Rising sun of copper above sparse gray cloud.
I wade knee deep water to release a blood soaked
burlap bag, stuffed full; it tumbles down choppy river:
I scream out...Good-bye Mother.