Help Me
Help Me
By KDC
Like empty shells of houses
Once, filled with light and happiness
They pass us everyday.
Flapping, crumbling windows, tattered curtains
Of their lives – their eyes – revealing the
Devastation within – the disarray, damp
And mould, the chipped pieces of their soul.
Peple – sad, broken empty, bowed down
Faces devoid of feelings
Yet revealing the hurt,
Disappointments and pain.
Lonely people, quiet people who lock
Themselves into a cocoon
Oh so warm, so safe but dark and foreboding
For no light enters therein
And they yearn to exit into the Light.
Help Me! Please! I am here. Don’t pass me.
I am locked up within. Please help me.
Where do I go? Where are the exits?
Tell me what to do.
No more strength I have, nor more strength to reach out to you
You say you care – You do, don’t you?
Listen to my anguished cries, look – look!
Into the brokenness of my eyes
I am falling, falling to my knees.
Help me.
Copyright © Kerinth Campbell | Year Posted 2016
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