Can you notice the blood
pooling at my feet,
day after day soaking my shoes,
leaving a long trail of my failures.
So much effort it takes
to hide my wounds from everyone.
How deafning the roar of silence,
when my sanity begins to slip away.
Heavy are my tears when
they are filled with broken dreams.
What a tragic scene when a proud man
is beat down to his knees
by this cold world's apathy.
