If I call

Can you hear me? When I call for you?

Can you hear me through all this sound? Through the traffic noise.

The sigh of the breeze through the canopy trees?

Can I cash this check? Cash in all my credits.

Will you follow me over the bridge?

Get to the other side, throw a stick of dynamite over my shoulder, leave it destroyed?

Can I live across the way from you? The river of tears that flows between us?

Will you come find me in the night if I call for your help?

Can I leave my pride at the door and borrow your sorrow? Let me sink deep inside.

Can I press my fingers to your face, fingertips trailing the path your sadness takes?

Can we sit together, shoulder to shoulder, your boulder my boulder?

Can you find me through all this mess?

Help me I’ll call and I’ll say.

If I call I’ll say help me, help me, and I’ll help you….

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Author: doing2016

I started writing when I was very young. Then I was mortified on a bus full of people when one of my stories was read aloud. I lost my focus and quit. Now, I'm trying to find my voice and my ambition. I love to write, good or bad. So, I'm doing it here and now. Thank you.

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