Helpless
You drown in your pillow,
Shaking with sobs.
Holding your soft flesh, gently,
My hands are useless, empty,
I am helpless.
The next day I'm anxious,
Worried, distracted, watching
The clock, waiting to see
The proof of your fears-
"There there," I tell you, and
"Tomorrow will be better."
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Helpless
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