HelplessA Poem by Livana Lowell
a poem about a friend
I hear prison bars in your words
as you pour onto my ears
what's going on in your world.
I grasp the steel poles
my fingers trembling
at the hate, like coals,
burning through your voice
I want to reach you, but I can't
I am held back by your choice
You won't look me in the eyes
full of grief and desires to save you
as you rest easy on dying inside
You straighten your cell
with booze and weed
and a brimstone smell.
I release the bars
as you professedly insist
you like the way you are
Who am I to say anything, how dare
I tell you the right way to cope with life
You are right; I'm sorry I care
© 2017 Livana Lowell
Added on January 5, 2017
Last Updated on January 6, 2017
AboutSooo, hello guys! Not much to say about me. I've been a writer since I was in kindergarten. I used to write stories about dinosaurs surviving the meteor (my favorites ones usually lived) because I had.. more..
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