Plea

This is no polite plea,
This is me, begging
On my knees.
O why!
O why!
Come to me in the
Dead of night
And wrap your arms
Around my head;
I would rather not sleep,
For I am not dead.

This is no polite plea,
No act of unexplained kindness.
This is me,
Asking for a hand,
A jump forward,
A better place to stand.

This is not a question.
This, is an answer…

Plea.

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