magenta billows
bedecked the morning skies
in a lipstick pink

I live
Much more I have to give
I write
To set imagination aflight
I feel
A hunger but not for meal
I need
Failures to succeed

It comes when you least expect it
The pain
The hurt
The sorrow

You can’t breathe
Can’t think straight
Can’t even fight how you feel

All you feel is pain
All you feel is hurt
All you feel is alone

Surrounded by people
Surrounded by laughter
Surrounded by joy

You feel nothing

No happiness
No joy
Nothing

All you can think of is the river
The river flowing red
Your grip
Your hurt
Your sorrow

It always happens when you least expect it