Poem -

The River—The Death of Virginia Woolf

The River—The Death of Virginia Woolf

The River—The Death of Virginia Woolf

The March sky had a darkness
even in the daylight.
My feet took me there
even if my
heart and mind said no.

Such darkness
cuts into the skin

enters the being.
No more time for choices.
That time was past.

The darkness was coming.
Nothing earthly could stop it.
The edge of the river
I see its swirl.
The algae
congealed and stinking

The pockets of my coat
now filled with heavy stones.
Stones that whispered
take me with you.
We will take you down.
The darkness is coming

The stirring of a swallow
Leaving its nest fluttering

Above me its feathered
wings like an angels.
It elegantly flew into
The sky finding a thermal
And floated effortlessly
In the thick air.

I slowly entered the water
Deeper and deeper

Until the blackness came
No more time for choices.
The darkness was coming.

Nothing earthly could stop it.

Virginia Woolf

January 25th 1882 – March 28th 1941

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Adam Latham

All I'm going to say is fantastic...I really loved it. A great write! :) 

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