A Cry for Help

If you asked me what I see When I look at you, I’d stifle an awkward smile And cast                 downward                                     eyes. ​A little boy, Lost amongst the trees, In a forest of anguish And expectation. The temptation you So desperately crave Could never quite reach Anyone’s ears. ​You ask me again, You, aContinueContinue reading “A Cry for Help”