Hope

A humble plea, my lord

as I hopelessly

throw my arms across the cold bed

hopeful to feel warmth

of being caught

when I fall down the edge

'cause I've reached.

I sleep, silently

with the sheet above me

And, suddenly the water disturbs me

I break through the glass

and hold on to your rope

I lay swinging ,crouched

hanging hopelessly,

hopeful to be dispersed.

From this point on,

I take my soul off

and hinge it on the nails

behind the door

of the corner of your room

till I go out 

to look for you

in the same places

where you used to hide

and, find you home.

Reviews

[Night]

Sweet write my friend....nice.

[Sami Khalil]

A wonderful poem and plea. All present is His grace and mercy. Bravo...:)......

[Chris]

I liked the rhythm of the tones as I read it aloud.

[Leslie Philibert]

Nice write with an unusual layout, well done.