HELP

Lamentations

How did I get here?

I am hungry,tired,and bruised

I try to pray but my throat is perched

My mind fumbles...thanks to the fog in my head

The cold air slices through the thin fabric my shirt is made of

I who was once the toast of this city...has no one to talk to

All my friends have deserted me

Who can I call?

Where do I go?

What do I do?

When will this nightmare end?

Why me?

I let out a loud cry.

Help me God!

If you’re there.

Help me!

I’m at my wits end.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

i have been talking to the clouds a lot recently. it seems nothing is going my way and i feel so alone and lost. so this poem really resonated with me. i feel your hurt for being hurt, abandoned and having nowhere to go. i have cried your tears. i have felt your bruises. but i know you are strong and i know you can overcome. have a good day. i hope you continue to write!

[Titilayo Sarah Eguridu]

Dear Ern,
What makes a writer?
It’s every pain,heartache,setback,failure and disappointment that inspires our pens to scrawl or our fingers to type.
When you feel lost, remember the great times…life has it’s share of bumps but never without the good times.
Remember…you are special.
Nobody can write your story like you.
Thank you for the review.

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

I can feel so much volume of emotions in this write. You have an amazing way of connecting to the reader with your words. It's a pleasure to read your poems. Having the ability to converse is not enough, you have to know how to express yourself, and you do this very well. tyfs

[Titilayo Sarah Eguridu]

I’m smiling.
I deeply honored by your comment.

Thank you