Sestina For the Stranger Reading This
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.
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