Perusing poetry sites, I came across this gem.....
Huddled in a corner,
Fears her own emotions,
Sat under a dark cloud,
Which persists on staying.
Where are you?
She calls out.
Why won't you help me now?
What have I done that is so wrong?
Her face a petrified frown.
No one to provide answers,
No one to stop her tears,
How can they?
How can they overcome her fears?
Please, is all she mumbles,
When lying awake at night,
Please, she sobs,
Why must I fight?
I reach out my hand to her,
I cry at her despair,
I fear for her mindless anger,
Tell me why I must care?
Her eyes blurred with bitter tears,
Innocently stare back into mine,
I never asked for much, she cried,
Maybe it will be better next time.
Lost from her own conscience,
A small child faced with adult fears,
I cannot understand how to help,
As she drowns in her own tears.
But she can see my hand before her,
And she chooses to look away,
I can't be strong anymore, she instructs,
Please just go away.
erm...hopefully nobody takes that poem to mean *I'm* saying 'go away' 'cause that's definitely not the case..... but other peoples' poetry is safer than my own thoughts....