Savior Poem



The victims kept coming; I had to pause.
I was tired. So tired. My spirit was drained.
So I sat down to rest, and a voice cried, “Help!”
I looked out and saw another floundering soul.

My limbs would not move, so I shouted, “Swim!”
And lo and behold, she reached the shore.
She glared at me and stalked away.
I reached for a sandwich and continued to sit.

“Fire! Fire!” someone shrieked in the distance.
But before my head could turn, a truck arrived,
Dowsed the flames, and all were safe.
“Thanks for just sitting there” carried on the wind.

I curled up on the grass; delicious sleep took me,
And I awoke to a quiet weeping near my head.
He said, “I am lost.” I said, “As are all.”
I took his hand, and our eyes closed together.


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VK Lynne

VK Lynne is a writer and musician from Los Angeles. She penned the award-winning web series 'Trading on 15', and her writing has been published in Image Curve, The Elephant Journal, GEM Magazine and Guitar Girls Magazine. She has authored lyrics for three of her own solo albums and for the bands Vita Nova, stOrk, and The Spider Accomplice.

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