The High Waters — #10

Despair

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A poem, by Fọlábòmí Àmọ̀ó

The water is high.
Rising, rising.
The water is close.
About to meet the land.

I’m tired of running.
My lungs are empty.

I can’t fight anymore.
I just want to give up.

Please, help!
Someone;
Anyone.
Help me get up!

But no one is here.
I’m all alone, by myself.

I look at the skies;
As I start to feel the tears.

And then I close my eyes;
As I wait for the end.

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