Feeling The Sunshine | Page 49

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.