Imagining Forever

I do not know

that I feel all that creative;

struggling to write,

struggling to think,

struggling to breathe.

A picture of innocence

surrounds me, like

a shadow cast by a bridge,

that I stand under.

Innocence lost like

the drops of rain as they

hit the river,

winding as it does,

by the way of that

shadow.

If it is innocence,

than it falls, one by one,

into the rushing torrent

that carries it out to the sea.

Swept there by our

indifference,

it rejoins its kin,

and flourishes,

invisible to the likes

of you and me.

We struggle to find it,

turning over stones,

and rushing towards

eternity,

not sure where we left it,

or if we ever had it at all.

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