Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2017
I can't save you.  
Maybe somebody else can,
but I'm drowning all by myself over here.  
Can't you see this?  

I'm hanging on
to so many other people right now
that I have no free hands for you,
but if you can find a corner
of my shirt then grab on.

Don't say I didn't warn you,
and stay the **** away from my feet.
I'll kick you
I'm not strong enough to know
the difference between
helping and hurting,
and if you're weak like me
we'll both

s
   i
       n
            k
Steven L Herring
Written by
Steven L Herring  Virginia, USA
(Virginia, USA)   
279
     Polar and Mary-Eliz
Please log in to view and add comments on poems