Flow through me all my thoughts,

like the swift moving water that leads into the cold salty sea,

that more than hurt my wounds,

reopened by the swiftness of the currents,

and the jags of the debris ,

I feel the water moving from start to the end,

from sky to the ground,

down rivers and back again,

A never ending cycle my forever,

reoccurring sin,

I linger on the land,

I walk all alone,

some say lost in thought and motion,

but do they truly know.

Perhaps my dam was built too high as it towers over all,

So many views did see yep kept quiet from them all,

And all at once it did collapse and fall upon the town,

the ragging flood of many years was now truly found,

So many souls did drown that day,

forever never ever ending in the mounds,

my burial site which forever builds,

has become my thorny crown.