Can I call you
If I am falling?
There are days when
Life slips through my fingers
And I reach for virulent objects;
Bottles, blades, bullets.
Save me from those evils,
Answer when I call,
Catch me when I fall.
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CCCLXV - Poetry (Part 2)
PoetryPart 2 of my 365--this year: 366--challenge. A poem a day for a year.
day 302
Can I call you
If I am falling?
There are days when
Life slips through my fingers
And I reach for virulent objects;
Bottles, blades, bullets.
Save me from those evils,
Answer when I call,
Catch me when I fall.