River Of Red - Poem by Mark Farmer
To smile seems so hard,
When it’s only me, myself, and I.
No friends, family, nor strangers,
See the true me as they're walking by.
Inside is a raging stream,
Inner tears feed its flow.
Death is patently waiting,
I’m drowning in sorrow.
Saving myself isn’t possible,
I haven’t the strength you see.
My worth must be little,
Go away and let me be.
My end will not be a surprise,
Too many, I’m already dead.
Death comes without warning,
It flows a river of red.
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