Tears of Wrath

The endless river, slow yet steady
Holds the tears
descending from crying clouds
To brink be filled,
O river of mine
Keep buried in the strands of time.
Alas two paths, I’ve come across
Both be shallow,
Both be dim
To be but only a dreary swim.
The course, right chosen to my left
Be bright with hope and honey.
The course, fowl chosen to my right
Be darkened within the screams of night.
Tears lead me down,
My deserving path
To take me life,
You tears of wrath.