Help Me

there is no one here
I'm in the middle of the street
wounded
hurt
in pain

I'm crying out in pain
there's no one hear to listen

Help me
I keep repeating this
for the street and the walls
they are the only ones that listen patiently
but they are not doing a thing about it

the color is fading
my cries are slowing
there is no one here to help me

by Aiesha Freela

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Comments (1)

Among the Short Stories by Anton Cechov, you should read one of them entitled 'Anguish' or such thing. Only as start and not as end.