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Rescue


Drowning in a sea of people

Surrounded by life, but dead inside.

Alone in a crowd

Alone.

Smiles on the outside,

Ever reaching, never connecting, cut off…

Isolated…

Abandoned.

Who will go the extra step?

Push past the fluff and get to the hurt.

Shackles hold fast,

Pulling me back.

Can’t reach out,

Too afraid.

Held by fear.

Rejection.

Who

will

rescue

me?

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6 thoughts on “Rescue

  1. I like how you use the drowning/rescue metaphors as bookends for this poem. And that the question remains unanswered: who will rescue me? It leaves the question on the reader’s tongue. Who is responsible for the rescue? Others or ourselves or both? Nicely done.

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  2. I love how you added the words to the side after each stanza. It really had power to what you were describing. Such a question for one stuck in an isolated depression. It is as though there is no will or possibility to save the self.

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