Wrathful river
Wrathful river of cyclones and storms
I come before you once more
I thank you for awaiting me
Before beginning your deathly roil
I bow before your might as always
But that means not that I'll recoil
I stand strong just like before
Ready to face your wrath
I know I've earned some of it, that's true
And every human has
You're not merciless nor are you cruel
You're my bitter hand of fate
You guide me through your waters kindly
But stop me to face which I must face
Tonight I face her ghost again
I miss her more than words could say
I wish I could sleep in my mother's arms
But since she's gone, I've been astray
No amount of guilt over her death could ever bring her back
It's not my fault anyways
No amount of grief could change our fates
No matter how much I'd pray
I just wish, if an afterlife existed
That she'd be there, safe
I just hope that if my prayers ring true
That she sees me from up there
I pray she's not punished for my sins
I pray she's not in any sort of pain
I know, my dear river, that your wrath is unchanged
But not necessarily undeserved
For this is not a drop of wrathful waters for me
That I could ever consider unearned
I come before you tonight
To face a darkness I've housed for weeks
I asked you to await till I can suffer under a full release
And thankfully, you have
You and I understand one another far more than before, it seems
Rarely do we still clash
What's more left to say? I've said it all in her name
I wish I was worthy enough
To bare her image, bare her name, be the child she'd want me to be
I wish I wasn't as earthly as I am
I miss her visage, fear her sadness, unsure if I'm the man she wanted me to be
I walk a path in her shadow willingly
Like her I guide with words
Like her I grit my teeth
Like I her I try and make it work
Like her I wish to teach
She was mother and father at once
My whole world combined
Losing her to this day was the most difficult thing I've survived
It gives me strength and fuels my grit
Provides me with the knowledge that I can still live
Most think my deathly imagery is just metaphorical
They know not how close I once came
But I know she never ever would've forgiven me
If I took the coward's way
I come before you once more
I thank you for awaiting me
Before beginning your deathly roil
I bow before your might as always
But that means not that I'll recoil
I stand strong just like before
Ready to face your wrath
I know I've earned some of it, that's true
And every human has
You're not merciless nor are you cruel
You're my bitter hand of fate
You guide me through your waters kindly
But stop me to face which I must face
Tonight I face her ghost again
I miss her more than words could say
I wish I could sleep in my mother's arms
But since she's gone, I've been astray
No amount of guilt over her death could ever bring her back
It's not my fault anyways
No amount of grief could change our fates
No matter how much I'd pray
I just wish, if an afterlife existed
That she'd be there, safe
I just hope that if my prayers ring true
That she sees me from up there
I pray she's not punished for my sins
I pray she's not in any sort of pain
I know, my dear river, that your wrath is unchanged
But not necessarily undeserved
For this is not a drop of wrathful waters for me
That I could ever consider unearned
I come before you tonight
To face a darkness I've housed for weeks
I asked you to await till I can suffer under a full release
And thankfully, you have
You and I understand one another far more than before, it seems
Rarely do we still clash
What's more left to say? I've said it all in her name
I wish I was worthy enough
To bare her image, bare her name, be the child she'd want me to be
I wish I wasn't as earthly as I am
I miss her visage, fear her sadness, unsure if I'm the man she wanted me to be
I walk a path in her shadow willingly
Like her I guide with words
Like her I grit my teeth
Like I her I try and make it work
Like her I wish to teach
She was mother and father at once
My whole world combined
Losing her to this day was the most difficult thing I've survived
It gives me strength and fuels my grit
Provides me with the knowledge that I can still live
Most think my deathly imagery is just metaphorical
They know not how close I once came
But I know she never ever would've forgiven me
If I took the coward's way
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