Rivers of Joy
Rivers of Joy


The rivers of joy have all run dry
Bare boulders of sorrow stare in the face
No blossoms burst forth from a soiled earth
Days fall like shrivelled autumn leaves
No bird is there on a branch to trill
A Styrofoam sky suffocates my laboured breathing
Darkness melts into a deeper darkness
And the season of misfortune rejoices in its resplendent glory.