Help Me

Can you hear a cry for help,
from a distance away,
for the victim seeks salvation,
for the pain is here to stay.

As the fading whimpers,
reaches to an abrupt end,
for up above in the darkened skies,
arrives an angel.. truly a Godsend.

When the little boy reaches out,
the angel instantly disappears,
is this all nothing but a facade?
simply played about by his fears.

The boy lay cold and helpless,
in the run down streets of his mind,
he lay there hurt and battered,
looking for a light..anything as a sign.

His hopes are nothing but dreams,
his nightmares are as good as reality,
consumed by fear and anxiety,
hoping one day, he would be free.