The Rivers Flow

by Linnath, Frederick Banting Alternate Site, OCDSB

It's funny how the rivers flow,
polluted like my heart and soul,
when my heart beats you soon will know,
that fire burns from deep below,
you say you love me, is that so?
is that the reason you provoke?
to fill my face with clouds of smoke,
that holds my breath and makes me choke,
i ask a question with no reply,
my children oblivious to my cries,
i ask for help, they run and hide,
with no time left to say good-bye,
the help i seek is soon denied,
my skin gets dirty as days go by,
i shout my eyes and now its night,
open my eyes to reveal sunlight,
keep them open for natures delight,
and as night falls i lose my sight,
my toxic tears will start to rain,
I'm sorry if that gives you pain,
it's because of you i am this way,
Through fancy cars and toxic waste,
i never made you want to crave,
the finer things that leak away,
makes the stench of death want to stay,
because of luxuries that make your pride,
will be the thing that kills you inside,
will be the things that sign your soul,
polluted like how rivers flow