Help Poem by Lauren Kapusta

So a few years stand between us.
As of now, I stand before the frightening,
Precipice that is adulthood.
When I look down, I see a lake of fire.
I see blackness that guarantees failure,
And painful, miserable misery.

The voices of those close offer words,
That they think are so invaluable.
I suspect hollowness or laxity in them.
I only feel weakness in my eyes and,
My heart and stomach quivers rapidly.

Screams resonate in my ears and I,
Believe it is all my doing.
I haveon beauty, talent, luck or brains.
I only feel empty and soulless.
How I wish I could ask for you.

I miss your happy, warm smile.
Your laugh parts my storm.
Your help is all I crave now.
I try to wonder what it would be,
Like if you stayed with me longer.
Often times, I think I'd be a better,
Person if you hadn't been called.
If only I had your loving guidance.
Never had I felt so bonded to someone,
My dearest friend, keeper of my heart.

Help me, please.
Help me to be strong and wise.
Help me because I need you...