help

The tears kept coming

as she felt her arm numbing

she fell down the hole

demons eating her soul

even though shes the one who let them in

into her body, so tiny and thin

as she continued to fall 

she let out a call

why didn't you help when she asked for it

now she's stuck in a pit

she asked for help but you didn't listen

even when you saw her tears glisten

"HELP,HELP," she tried to shout

even though you left, leaving her no way out

soon she fell asleep

when she woke she tarted to weep

she realized she was stuck forever

all because you didn't help her

Reviews

[Nadia B.]

Very touching poem, you make the words jump off the page and I can hear the cry. You also leave in that touch of anger and blame one feels in desperation. Once you edit and add in the rest of the punctuation it will be pristine perfect. Keep writing! ...also it makes me hope the person you are writing about was able to find solace, for often our outward cries are meant to be directed inward, because most of the time the only way to find help begins by first looking within. No one can face our monsters for us, but they can help hand the tools needed to win.

[victoria]

thank you so much the poem is about me and my struggles.

[TravelinAlaskan]

This one makes me cry. For years I gave heart and soul to help, and in the end it did no good.
There was nothing I could do, kind words loving embrace could not armor, her thread of fate.
It was always up to her.

TA