A Child's Plea

A Poem by Lune

Friends are daily life savers, the un-sang heroes.

In the center of a dense crowd,
I am all alone.
A shy island about to sink
Into the ocean of sharks.

There is no escape.
I am crumbling to the ground now.
The crowd is standing over me,
I am their unwilling meal.

The fight for life begins.
My fist hit the sharks’ faces
As I yell for help but no one ever comes
It’s impossible to win a war alone

Blood is dripping to the floor
But not from my enemies
I am dying here in the middle of the crowd
All alone

My dyeing breath
Is nothing more than a child’s plea,
A simple yet life changing wish
An alley, a friend

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But this is all a lie
I am not near death,
Not yet
But some of it is the truth

They are not sharks
Neither are they people
People care for one another
No one cares for me

I am not physically dying
But I am inside.
It’s hard to fight through life,
It’s impossible to win a war alone

I’m not losing blood
But hot, painful tears
So here I am, in the center of a crowd of humans
All alone and dying inside.

I fall to the ground, hands covering eyes, knees to the chest.
Is it to much to ask,
For one person in the world?
Because a person cares for another.

My own knife at my throat
I’m drowning in my last goodbyes.
Farwell all,
All you sharks, let this shy island sink.

A hand falls on a shoulder
A person’s hand, my shoulder
A person’s smile,
A lifesaver.

You are not a shark,
But a person.
A person cares for another,
People care for people.

I do not have to fight this war alone,
Neither do you.