Help Poem by becky warb
Help
Heat pounding,
Body temperature rising,
I can hear your voice down stairs,
Panic stricken, Fear deep down inside,
Are the others asleep, I'll pretend i am too,
Footsteps on the stairs,
Jesus, God Please help me,
The morning will come,
We'll prentend and forget,
Caucious and weary but not enough to speak up,
I'll carry on maybe to my death,
Will i ever be free from your tourment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
2/23/2026 4:21:49 PM # 1.0.0
