ine, Spring 2020
al Feature Publication
I can’t
I can’t
I can’t
I want to
I yearn to
It is no longer worth the effort
To cry out for help
For sixteen days and sixteen nights of such
Never proved to be of use
Many others are still trapped
I wonder if they have done the same as I
Writhing
Yearning
Staring up at the clouds
They cannot reach
The sunrise is beautiful
I am stuck in a pit
I had already found the light
I wish I had not taken it for granted
Only now do such things
Become apparent
The sunrise is beautiful
I am stuck in a pit
Waiting for someone to throw the rope.