5 minute poetry

[Nikose Tyris]

‘Bring her back to me,’ he whispered softly.
‘bring back the girl I love.’
‘the earth beneath me cries from cold,
the shadows come in droves.’

I follow the path along the ground,
Away from where I used to stand;
I risked it all to follow away
From my home, from my land.

I see her in the distance, warning me away
I see the tears of sadness.
I sense the deeper pain within,
And I cannot abide the silence.

I run to her, my feet barely touching
The ground; my love, it knows no bounds;
I cannot let this slip through my grasp;
I cannot let this chance collapse!

‘I will not lose you!’ I cry to the wind.
I pray fervently, deeply, that she catches
My words; for I fell then, into the wounded earth.

I lie lost in the darkness,
I cannot find the surface,
I cannot escape to find my love.
I am trapped in this silence, in this darkness,
in this hell.

I see her face above me,
Looking on me with concern.
’Let down a rope!’ I cry to her,
And can only pray I have been heard.