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Rachael
by Jayme L HelmickGrasping at straws
Striving for fame
A dim smile lights a dark face
Encased in poverty
abuse
scandal
And associated with anger
low intellect
low self-esteem
She meanders through halls of
doubt
And wonders why no one loves her
A pale hand reaches out
Clasps weak, ashen fingers
And pulls a "poor soul"
out of a
Shallow Grave
The call has been heard
Just give me a little patience
And I will be important
in the life of
this child.
05/05/2003 Author's Note: This is about my job, basically, which is CBS and very rewarding. I wrote this for my kid.
Posted on 05/05/2003
Copyright © 2026 Jayme L Helmick
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Tim D Livingston on 05/25/03 at 06:03 PM That's really cool Jayme. I really liked this part: A pale hand reaches out
Clasps weak, ashen fingers
And pulls a "poor soul"
out of a
Shallow Grave.....
it's the diggity! |
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