Crying River

I am the sad river if you listen you’ll hear when I rush over rocks I cry
How can I dance between my beds if I can’t see my bottom
Can I be the place where children played and secret lovers met if I stink of death
Can I be Nature if Humanity has poisoned me
I am not here for me but for you and all the days where you need to sink in and forget your day
But can I do so if I am simply a drain not river
How can I willingly empty into the ocean if there is nothing pollution and sadness in me
I once was poetry in motion now I am nothing but something wretched at
My blue waters once beautiful in themselves now green and sickening to every living thing
Fish once resided in me and trusted me but know they make me a stranger
Now as flow slowly down my path and bend around corners I cry and yell but no one listens anymore
But you
You stopped to talk with me and listen can you do something about this
Can you stop the travesty that is myself and heal me
I who existed once on artist’s easels now reduced to nothing can you help me