River

A small, dimly lit room
houses a broken soul
in a city
where even sunsets
seem bleak, dreary, and foreboding.

Silent confessions breed
no forgiveness
as solitude's empty forest
echoes with fading footsteps
two paths beaten in
with but one exit.

Tangled masses of web
trap unsuspecting, helpless victims
in Nature's merciful harmony
the ebb and flow of Truth
shapes a formless rock.

Even if we find a way out of the web,
jumping over the riverbank
and running from Natural harshness
we end up cold
in a dark room
watching a dry sunset.