Save me…as the ground beneath my feet disappears.

Falling into the deep abyss of my insecurities and fears,

some things that have haunted me all of these years.

I reach out above in hopes of some saving grace.

Maybe a hand to hold, or something to slow the pace.

Wishing for something that’ll allow me to save face.

There are no heroes around, only bystanders.

The one’s that like to curse and slander,

only to look you in the face with two faces. Oh the anger.

Save me…as I have saved so many others before me.

The one’s who didn’t fall into darkness completely.

Who is now willing to do the same for me? Save me.


Image: Gerry Burton

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