Never Knew to Cry for Help
Stumblin’ over my wo—
By Andrew D. Guillory "Drewspeaks"Published 3 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by Felix Mittermeier on Unsplash
wicked weather tore down a lot of my dreams;
the ground shook under each foot I put forward;
never knew to cry for help
when the steady rain always fell in one direction it’s ever casted.
that was until I one day casted a messenger bird
to finally get my minuscule utterance across,
to then stumble over my—
my..
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