Talk to me

"Written for a fellow poet"

Hell was sometimes my second home

So nothing you can say to me

Can scare me.

My shoulders Are as wide as the Pacific 

So nothing you can share with me 

Can burden me at all 

And if you already feel torpedoed 

And sunk into dark watery depths 

That's okay too 

I dive as deep as the ocean gets 

And will sit there with you in darkness 

Until you have enough strength To rise again.

Author's Note

Even a stranger can become a friend when lending a helping hand.....

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is an amazing write---the analogies are perfect....one of my favorite poems i have read on here in quite sometime.

j.

[B]

This is just really heartfelt

[CherieLamour]

One who is helpful in a time of need... is truly a friend indeed.