The river will run red

Bloodshot eyes from the cries.
Who I am among the lies?
Is it true I’ve been through?
You’re not bad, tells me who?
The one I hurt, where’s my court?
All’s gone blur, but her support.
I’m gone mad – that’s what I said.
I just wish my cries could run red.

Benyamin Bensalah

05.12.2020, 04:20