The river plodded along with me
like a condescending old queen
I threw at her mental stones
hating her so calm and serene
Something screamed in me
and struggled to be free
that wild conflict that cried
searched and clawed inside
The river swept on unperturbed
ignored my mad disquiet
flowed on by me undisturbed
and mocked my mental riot
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