Help.
But my words fall on deaf ears
Silent, to the way of so many years
This storm rages in my skull --
Seething, crackling like burning fears.
I carry buckets, years of shed tears
Help.
I hate it, being dark, and alone
I'm a moth to friendship's flame
But fire can't burn in the water beneath the ship.
And I'm drowing -- sinking.
And no matter how uch I try to make the boat tip:
No one will join. I sink.
Help.
Before the frost of this empty tundra finally finds its mark,
I've got to find someone, Something to share the slightest warmth with, I must.
Because every black night I see Death.
He holds out his hand and calls at my lust.
My lust for silence.
"Help?"
Echoes through stone halls.
With no reply.
Save one:
"Help!"
Yelling, for one hand to plow through the shadow and
Take hold. Pull them, thrust them from the hall, and
hold them.
And in the echoes we sob.
And all alone we freeze.
And silent we scream.
Help.
Help.
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PoetryDefinitely the sadder one of my Poem sets. Covers everything from loss and guilt, to depression and loneliness. Read if you're feeling a bit too gleeful.
