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As I walk past, somebody
tries to scream, “Save
Me!” My heart beats faster. Me,
myself, and I
like we are the ones. Am 
I scared? 

Yes. More scared
Than the somebody
In the alleyway. Am
I walking faster? Yes. Trying to save 
myself for I 
don’t know what is in store for me.

What is going to happen to me?
For if I’m too scared
To move on, am I
too dumb to ask somebody
To help me save 
myself? I am.

Sometimes I am 
too busy to care for me.
I am too confused to save
myself. Too scared 
to stop myself for somebody
may not see that I

need them and I 
may be stuck and am 
very cold and lonely that not even somebody 
With a blanket and a puppy can warm me.
The life I lead, how scared I
may be, is too much for somebody to save
 
me. To save 
myself is too hard for I
am too scared
To ask for help. How am
I so stupid? Too scared to save me.
I just need somebody.

Somebody save me.
I am scared.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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