Raging River Rhythm

Raging River Rhythm

I feel the rhythm of the constant pain
pit-pattering throughout the night and day.
The raging river's auras still remain.

Like the loud trembling of a passing train
caresses the earth with its rock and sway,
I feel the rhythm of the constant pain

In the middle of a storm filled with rain,
the lightning flashes a brilliant array.
The raging river's auras still remain.

Rational decision cannot constrain;
the constant marching, it cannot allay.
I feel the rhythm of the constant pain.

Bordering the banks of going insane,
praying the vibrations will go away;
the raging river's auras still remain.

The core construct of my battered brain
resonates with rhythms that won't go away.
I feel the rhythm of the constant pain.
The raging river's auras still remain.