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?