Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-36393004-20181020201336

Note: This is an old attempt at a poem. I wanted to see what poeople thought.

What I see with my eye, as I continue to spy. Light flashing without reason. I want out, I want out.

Can you hear me crying out for you to just help me, "Please help me!"

Do you know how it feels losing everything that's real? Just lend me a hand, that's all I demand.

Bleeding, needing, keeping, everything inside.

Crawling, stalling, falling, down into myself.

Tucked away in my darkness. Do I even exist? This thought I can't resist. Constantly questioning this. 