Renda Writer - Wednesday

I'm floating
Down the river
Wondering
What the river's made up of
What's it a metaphor for?
What's it all for?

The silence is enjoyed
And implied
Relied upon
As a scapegoat

I'm floating
And she's driving

And the old one
Catches wind of the sin
We both cry
And hang up
Knowing we'll speak again Wednesday

poem by Renda Writer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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