I’m yelling out a name. <br />I don’t want to play this game. <br />Dry, wet tears stain my face. <br />I keep going; it’ll never give up the chase. <br />I sent a message by postal elf, <br />I need some help to help myself. <br />The road is long. <br />I’m not that strong. <br />I keep searching for another. <br />But the road is dangerous with a shark pit on one side and a cliff of knives on the other. <br />In the distance the finish line appears. <br />Relief washes over me; washing away the years. <br />I make a run. <br />No more need to be glum. <br />I dart, I dash, I run. <br />All for another’s fun. <br />When I approach the line, away go my fears. <br />But they suddenly return when the finishing line disappears.<br /><br />Sam Price<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-need-some-help-to-help-myself/
