There is this wave coming down crashing over me
in a form of a darkness that I couldn’t see
and I all I do is pray
that Light is there beside me today.
In this form of state
when everything seems too late;
I just wish that I could make everything right;
Please tell me and help me fight!
I just need a whisper;
I just need a prayer;
Give me one;
Give me someone
A Person
An Anchor
A Man
Teacher
A Guide
An Advisor
An Angel
A Savior.
Listen To Me
Listen To My Heart;
My Plea
As I Show My Last Card.
- Joker Wood
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Author:
Nafis Light (
Offline) - Published: May 15th, 2021 21:55
- Category: Special occasion
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Comments1
Joker is this a poem or a plea, I could not tell which? As a poem, it is a fine exposition of despair. Frightening in a way. As a plea, we must all listen to our hearts as you suggest.
It is both. Like a person who talks, but now making a plea...but he rhymes when he does it. So, both a poem and plea.
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