Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting SPF.
At the end of the dock, will she find —
Her own end? Will she find a kind —
Soul who wants to save a lost one?
There’s nothing new under the sun,
She doesn’t want to reach the dock’s ledge to jump —
Into water, to drown, heart ceasing its thumping.
No one thinks they could reach this point,
No one sees beyond their own point.
Blind to the sad, anxious hoping,
Someone will throw her a life rope.
If she knew how to swim, maybe she could fight back?
Maybe she could cling to life even when attacked?
She’s no superheroe who’s bent,
On killing her nemesis.
Her demons struggle within hid,
She keeps them sealed under tight lid.
Support her, help her, light the shadow of the lost,
No one knows when she cries, it’s not easy to stop.
Waves inside her — tempestuous
They’re crippling waves, regardless.
Beyond her sadness, waking up,
Worse than ignorance unjust.
Your lack of thought, with no empathy — she’s pleading,
You don’t try to learn or listen, she keeps bleeding.
She said,”Not to judge a book by —
It’s pretty cover, how it looks.”
She pleads, “Listen to Atticus,
Walk around in my skin,” pick —
Wisely how you react; she’s scared of descending,
At the end of the dock, desperate to not be.
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