I am a human, one, no more,
that sits upon this spinning stone
and begs for help from nothingness,
as frail and fearful flesh and bone.

Not simply on my own behalf,
do I entreat the sun and sky,
for legion are the sorrow-filled
who grind a painful way through life.

Yet, weak am I and cannot clear
their path by rocks of anguish,blocked,
and I have naught but ink and tears
to spill and thus lament their lot.