Fred Chamberlain

Rookie - 0 Points (Jan 21 1993 / Windsor On)

Red River - Poem by Fred Chamberlain

as blood drips
it flows into a river
i'm glad its dark
so no one can see ever
blood flows into a pool slowly
i'm still losing blood
what do i do
the pain is gone
my heart races
what do i do
how to act
the pain is gone
but people say i need help
they say i'm crazy
they say i'm stupid
they say i'm nit normal
they say i'm no good
but what do they know
just because i do different things does not mean i'm crazy or insane
i just means i am not you
it means i am me
i'm glad its still dark
it flows like a river
as the blood drips down my arm
as the blood drips

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 25, 2010

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