The Red Stairway

I wait lonely for someone to find me.
The color of blood is what I am.
Invisible to everybody that walks by.
I am beginning to break,
awaiting rust,
while I sit here in the dust.
Both sides of me are still, no movement, as lonely as can be.
To my right is a river with nothing in it,
and is stranded just like me, no sound, not even one bit.
To my left is filled with destruction,
it looks like there was a revolution.
Nothing is in one piece,
except for me, but not for long.
It would take a miracle for someone to come.
And right here, right now, I am invisible to everyone.

By:
Me