Call For Help

A true story about a friend of mine in a poem, debating on writing it in a short story.

On the phone, hearing her cry
Moments ago she could have died
She called me, just to confide
Me of all poeple, "Will I Survive?"

Out of the wreckage she crawled
Half conscious, still alive through it all

With a cut and concusion she walked

Cat calls she hears, she runs away from it all

 

Into the woods, from the ghosts of her past

Fearful and fading she dialed fast

I picked up, almost dropped, as i gasped

For now no one can find her after the crash

 

I try to keep her talking, awake

She faded to sleep as we continued to speak

Thanks to my adivce shes is here today

Alive and well, surviving the day

Reviews

[Just Brandy]

This was the first one I read last night.
I like how it all flowed. It wasnt choppy.
When your reading it, or well when I read it I could actually picture it all.
I really love it :)