My hands keep reaching
higher and higher
trying to climb a muddy slope
Where's the rope
to pull me out;
to help me?
Two hands continuously asking
simply for another hand to grasp
to wrap its fingers around my wrists
interlocked
never letting go
But the mud keeps on
getting slippery grime inside my nails
upon my skin
and I keep sliding
further and further
in a rut I'm not sure I created
Where is my Shepherd now?
The one who would go after the lost lamb
or am I simply one of the sheep left alone?
Where is my Protector?
The one who would slay a lion
to keep his herd safe
or am I the sacrificial prey
in hopes that the beast
would leave the rest alone?
No
I am alone
Your back has been turned against me
for reasons unknown...
What must I do
to gain your Love back?
Author notes
very personal
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Comments
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This is a good well written poem. Good job. I like the clear honesty and emotion in it.
I like your unforced rhyming pattern, and the imagery you create, I enjoyed reading this section particularly:
Two hands continuously asking
simply for another hand to grasp
to wrap its fingers around my wrists
interlocked
never letting go
Good job !
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