The River

Technologic waves attached each other, hypocritical waterfalls came down so quick and fast in the certain brainless mind to able to crash, you'll hear little sound, a jeopardized pain inside entire hemisphere alone, the horrifying tiny thunderous and suspicious wind takes and shakes so hard enough, maintain the underground leveled to break another half, the second part of life, some love accurate in time, it might crumble and rumble underneath to flushed & splashed down the cyclone drain, the river was no more, is finally emptiness and weakness, you can't breathe in and out to suffer, inside of the body itself to be a lot low than ever

Written by
Michael James Brindley
7-19-20