Down by the River

 Take the best writings and read them on a warm sunset sighting, closing a stressful days lighting
Down on the side of the river with a bottle that turns my liver
Slowly going insane with the words that heats my brain to make these writings that I hope take leads, to the one that's growing Faith's seeds
Clouds are present now, a tint of red but still dark like lead, giving me the puzzles that cant put my head on a pillow in bed
Soil I'm sitting on is getting softer and the rain coming making humidity hotter
I'm reading, rhyming some lines are heating but off the timing, and some are reaching and at the same time climbing
Rain has come down the river and the bottle finished and killed my liver
The water running cleansed my vision but the rain cleansed my soul giving the role to write to the young and old
Showing expressions I just stold now behold, a writer that writes with a heart but at the time a maniac that can take the part

E.N.