S.O.S

A tear lost in the ocean,
One can cry a river and others a sea,
A loud scream in the air,
If it was for help, would you care?

Things flicker in and out instants,
Leaving behind past memories,
Thine shadow or your former glory,
And who's left behind but me.

Like dust in the air,
Or the winds of the past,
Even at a morning funeral,
Am I thus truly invisible?

Like the dead gone and past,
So easily forgotten,
Washed away by water,
My existences in this world don’t matter.

Blinded by the white light,
Muffled by my own screams,
Could someone set me free?
Won’t anyone save me?

Shadowy figures stood and walked by,
There was laughter and something sharp inside,
Dark and evil faces lit up with glee,
Stop! Stop! Stop hurting me.

An aching pain with every beat,
The beat of my heart slowly fading away,
S.O.S…S.O.S…won’t you please,
Please someone, anyone rescue me.

S.O.S…S.O.S...S.O.S,
But no help came to the sounds of my screams,
No words of encouragement or a key,
No one came for poor pathetic little old me.


Written by Me on 8/9/2008.