Mama Give Me A Signal Poem by MaliQ Honesty Quallaz Nyasha

I look around and the atmosphere feels strange.
Guilt is what's written all over their faces.
And for a moment it seems as if I am stuck in a puzzle.

Or better yet a game but I'm quick to dismiss it having watched Jumanji.
In this very particular moment there is only one thought patrolling through my mind.
Will I wait? ? , If so, please
Mama give me a signal.

I look around and the place looks different.
They keep screaming, "save us from here we love you." but the love feels so fake.
I stand in admiration of the unity they are presenting unfortunately it all fades away due to my failure to help them.

Questions start to pouring only to find out I'm the only one here left to answer the questions I'm asking myself.
Where am I? ? How did I get here and how long before someone comes to offer me help? ?
With a troubled heart and way too much time on my hands, I wait patiently as I say a silent prayer and at last I have these utterances.
Mama give me a signal.

With time on a standstill, I feel like giving my soul away.
I hear echoes of all the lost and tormented souls haunting me.
Begging me to be part of the pack.
And without knowledge of what's going to happen next I'm hesitant of who I confide in.

With the wait emerges extreme agony an unquenchable thirst and hunger.
As I am about to accept the offer to join the lost and tormented souls, a fresh breeze cascades through the land.
And behold help had arrived, in that moment I realized the significance of the cold summer breeze.
Mama had finally given me a signal