Help Her

Help Her

A Poem by dreaming dame
"

Poem. That's all. Umm, A grl who's judged a lot.

"

She never imagined,

 Things would be like this.

A confused decision,

led to the wrong life.

 

She's caught

In her own trap.

Sinkhole in a pit.

Left alone to sink.

 

She's sending

silent screams of help.

But they scorn instead.

or do hey not hear?

 

I see someone lost,

in need of loving help.

But will she take it?

Can she be too far gone?

© 2012 dreaming dame


Author's Note

dreaming dame
Started out about a chic I know, ended in its own thing. Written 1/27/12
thanks for reading and reviewing. :)

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She's sending

silent screams of help
because she doesn't have true friends around , life is different when they are around, and how hard it is to find a friend who doesn't search for his own interest of his friendship with u? you tell me

Posted 12 Years Ago


Life is all about the choices we make every day. Unfortunately, sometimes choice get made for us. Sometimes it's all a battle, and you are right, some folks get too far gone.
Great piece!

Posted 12 Years Ago


Love this, especially the last two lines. The dreaded wrong decision in life, mwa ha ha. Whoever this is, I'm sure she will realises it was not the wrong decision. Good will come of it yet.

Posted 12 Years Ago


There's that thin thread between who you are, what you could be, and every possibility inbetween. Once that thread snaps, there's no going back. It's like the point of no return, really. Wonderful poem, easy to relate to.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Some places in a life. After we cross a certain line. We become smarter and will never return to who we were. Could be a good thing also. I like the questions raised by this poem. A strong ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago



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dreaming dame
dreaming dame

Southern Ontario, Canada



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I'm 18 now, finally the age I dreamed of being as a kid lol. Life has shown that lessons can be taught in a very difficult way.. but I believe in finding the little things of beauty in everyday life.. more..

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