River of Despair
Aaron, Age 9, Bronx, NY
Sitting at the river of despair,
crying to your reflection, wishing you were there.
All the bad memories I wish you could erase,
you are the source of the pain on my face.
Still I cry at the river of despair,
but then I stop crying aloud,
laugh to keep from crying,
and accept that you must not care.
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