A Cry for Help

Today's poem, dear reader, is probably the darkest I have written so far this month. The prompt did not really lend itself to dark writing, but as I penned my thoughts, it just went that way. The mood in this piece is probably more reflective of me a couple years ago. Please don't assume this is me today. The prompt is 'Catch me when I fall', which is pretty self-explanatory. The form is a terzanelle. You can read more about that here.

I hope you enjoy today's writing.

Rod E. Kok
October 16, 2018

Catch me when I fall

I cannot go alone;

for help, it is you I call.

I am vulnerable, I cannot atone

for the wrongs I have committed

I cannot go alone

Much have I admitted;

I feel I have been convicted

for the wrongs I have committed.

With guilt, I am afflicted;

my wounds fester and rot.

I feel I have been convicted.

Crying out, help I sought.

You found me, drenched with tears

my wounds fester and rot.

You found me, amidst my fears;

Catch me when I fall.

I have struggled for years;

for help, it is you I call.