Dark River

Kids,
In a park,
Tumble around,
Joy radiating from their souls.

Each laugh,
Is like,
Concrete down my throut,
And into my heart,
Refusing,
To let the pain free.

Mothers,
Couples,
They look upon the children with caring eyes.

The pain,
Is a cage,
A mass of drifting tears.

My own,
Dark river,
Seems to go on forever.