
A poem.
i don’t care who,
just save me.
free me from my life –
this drab spark that’s died
little by little over the time i’ve been alive…
i’m calling out from the bottom of the hole
that i’ve dug out for myself to keep me enclosed –
away from people and places exposed –
but now i don’t have anywhere left to go
but to dig myself further into this wretched barrow.
help.
…
help!
help me!
it’s too hot!
can anybody hear me?
if you can, shout back!
throw me a rope!
i’ll take you aflight to encourage the hope
you brought
to this Hell i’ve wrought.
hurry –
before i turn to rot.
//jf 8.11.2021
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