An Outstretched Hand
By Rafael- S2 Zeal
BBS, Jakarta
Love never ran deeper or stronger
than when
It gushed not from the fountain of
brother nor friend
Love is best when it falls from the
sky, or is found in the sand
Love is best when it’s mercy from a
stranger’s outstretched hand.
Once was a day when I found myself
wanted
Memories good of my past are now
haunted
The hands of a friend, are twice
evil when used
Betraying, to point and to taunt
you, ashamed and abused.
Sadness is nothing, yet nothing is
sadder
Than a person cast to the wind, as
they didn’t really matter
The insufferable pressure certainly
tore me apart
A bitter rotten apple core, I call
it my heart.
Imagine my surprise, when my
“friends” came one day,
About to treat me like rubbish
meant to be thrown away
When you swooped in and stopped
them, after a while
Pulled me back up to my feet, and
then gave me a smile.
It really wouldn’t have troubled
you, only me
To turn around, to look away,
pretending not to see
Lo and behold, you didn’t, but
instead, like a gleaming treasure out of sand
Came to my aid, called me by my
name, and took me by my hand.
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