One one of the FaceBook groups I’m part of I saw a heart-wrenching piece which struck me as a cry for help.¬†I’ve changed the name of the person. Wouldn’t be right to use their real name.

In the war torn ocean of my life
Above my tempest’s screech
I faintly hear your cries of strife
My storm puts you out of reach.

Peter Jones I know you not
But I know the place you’re at
If there’s anything I have got
That helps then we can chat.

My emotions too are fraught
My pain has squeezed my heart.
Perhaps you feel this offer’s naught
But words exchanged could be a start?

If you would like to hear me reading this poem then click  here alternatively you might feel your time is better spent looking at pictures of rainbows, if so click here!!

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