Save Me

Save Me

When the dark silence is the only sort
of world my fragile mind can understand.
And I run, to hide before fiends contort
my shame to that which I cannot withstand-

When savior seems a cold, archaic word,
and I am left walking forgotten roads.
So lonely, begging life from vision blurred,
by the tortured tears in nightmare’s foul nodes-

I am friendless, devoid of all meaning,
drawn to deepest pits of those I repel.
Where I’m hidden from the intervening
rays of light that could save me from this hell-

         Alone, with cutting sobs, I reach for you
         to soothe my pain, to help me make it through.


- Christopher Harris