A cry for help

"Cry for help" has actually been inspired to me when I was extremely sad one day. I was run by mixed emotions and "cry for help" was basically the eruption of the volcano that was waking up inside of me.

 

   

 

I am slowly fading away

Without a plight

Without a ray

Buried under at night...

Even during the day

 

My shoulders sore and tight,

Hardly a breath to pray

My hands reaching for light...

No help coming this way

 

How long may I might

Feel a sorrow but stay

Wishing that my sight

Would be but a child's play

 

Rising new and bright

As the morning obey

And the sun takes a bite

Fulfilling its relay

Reviews

[Shadows of Sight]

We often wish that we could roll back the clock of life and become that inner child once again. To feel alive and carefree, seeing that which is around us as new and delightful, as we go forth and explore the great unknown.

Another stunning work of true life craftsmanship! Your poetry is filled with the essence that is you. As you walk through the paths of life, surrounded by the day to day toils of existance.

I look forward to more! :)

Sincerly,
Nature's Essence

[Bhavya Kaushik]

Oh! This is so heart wrenching and sad indeed!
Very passionate.

[Morgan A Lynch]

great poem... loved it

[Rockebah]

Lovely poem. A beautiful piece of writing