A Sole Plea Poem by Gina Albiek

Darkness you see
So you open your lid
You let it be
Uncovering feelings you hid

But who to?
In all these shallow faces
All is seen but you
Suddenly you lose all your traces

Parting a place you once knew
Daring not to look back
That cavity in your heart just grew
Yet courage is what you lack

And there on that old bench you shelter
"Have I become a lonesome naught? "
You pick some clovers up and you welter
"Do I love myself, or do I not? "

With these abandoned eyes
And that ancient gesture
You raise your cries
In a bittersweet mixture

And at dawn you surrender
"Aren't they coming to rescue me? "
You hold your thoughtful mender
And start writing an immortal plea

"Dear me, dear me
If sun shall rise upon that bench
then near that lonely sea
Shall my worn body blench"

You rest your hand quietly on that floor
You let yourself rest once and for all
Holding tightly to that one thing you adore
And slowly, you let that pen fall