Cry For Help


I cannot hinder the words

that flow, so quickly from my pen,

to the tear stained parchment

that is my life.

Nor can I prohibit the salty tears

that flow from my heart,

to spill over the jagged cliffs,

to the water below,

and carried out to sea.

Nor can I prevent the heavy sighs

that escape my lips

carried on the wind’s current,

as a prayer, to God

to help my soul,

lest it be lost in darkness forever.

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