Forlorn Visage Poem by Jake Harris
Forlorn Visage
How much am I truly worth
How much will I fetch?
Who would ever pay for me
An awful stinking wretch
For my body's worn
My beard untrimmed
My hands and feet a wreck
So I hum a tune
As I slowly tie
The noose around my neck.
I know that I will not be missed
Nobody really cares
If I would simply disappear
If I were just not there.
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4/25/2024 2:08:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
jAKE YOU HAVE VERY POIGNANTLY SKETCHED THE STATE OF MIND OF A PERSON WITH LOW SELF ESTEEM.BUT WE MUST HAVE FAITH IN OURSELVES. HOWEVER, I KNOW HOW IT FEELS. BUT YOU HAVE TO PULL YOURSELF OUT OF THIS ABYSS IF THE POEM IS ABOUT YOU.