Done
Sinking deeper and deeper
No help coming
My only rope is frayed and made of words
Nothing solid to grip
All alone in the muck and mire
Frantically splashing my arms and legs
to find my way out
But there is none
All my pleading, wailing and prayers
seem to go unanswered...
I am done.
Copyright © Heni Stein | Year Posted 2018
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