I dont know how to help you
Dont know how to reach the pain
searing jarring
knawing aching.
your eyes show visions of disdain
Into your eyes I stare at anger everywhere
and sorrow men can never know
or never live to tell.
a well
I'm falling into it
with you
I gaze into the pool
into those eyes
I see the rise of your demise
planned out carefully
delibrately-
delicately,
water poured across the sands
you dream of dying
drying up and being gone,
rain not to fall again
upon my earth.

You set upon the road
without mind to where you'll go
and walk
and walk
and want
and wish for poisoned
golden apples
ripe and ready to fall
destined for a weary
traveller's care-worn hand...

And yet
when you feel no one cares for you
or watches you
or loves you nearly enough
I am there
waiting, sitting
alone myself
jumping into the forbidden unknown
to help a man bleeding
from wounds he inflicts
upon his own soul.

03/20/2003

Posted on 03/20/2003
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