Perhaps Poem by Barima Basoah

Lost wanderer in a desolate wilderness,
frail and weak fall from a push by despair,
lying at the bottom of a darkened deep pit,
wincing out in gnawing pain,
hope screams across the pain.

Some screams cry out for help,
to a hand on the very far right,
the wind captures the screams,
like a fish caught in a net,
and transport them to the far left.

Perhaps on a never ending journey,
the screams die like music ends,
perhaps some ears may hear,
perhaps some bowel may pity,
and trace to reach with a helping hand.