Poetry:: Pebble in the river by Nasvelliels, literature
Literature
Poetry:: Pebble in the river
No matter how many times I try, I can't help but feel alone.
I walk a lonely path, following the pebble in the river.
I speak to none but a single soul, they have me by the strings.
I am now nothing but an empty marrionette, stuck in a never ending performance.
Someone save me.
Where will this pebble in the river take me?
It speaks to me so softly and carresses my broken soul.
If only not but a dream I speak to it.
I am empty now, a running coward of an artificial smile.
Folling the pebble in the river.