It’s a gloomy day,
And it suits me well.
My cares are heavy.
The ones that raise you
Are people too
With struggles
And aspirations for happiness
That may be yinging your yang
In an ugly way.
May be like forgotten legs
Being put in hoes
And the overgrowth revolting.
With support waters away,
I am fragile.
I do not know what to do.
I do not know how to help
Someone who does not know
They need help.
I do not know how to help
Someone who does not know
How to use my help.
I do not know how to help
Someone who does not know
How wonderful they are.
I do not know how to help
Someone who does not know
What their options are.
And where does that leave me?
Somewhere lost between help and hurt.
Somewhere that is dark, with the trees too high.
Somewhere lying on the pavement,
And not caring what happens in the next few hours.
Somewhere virtual and yearnful.
Somewhere very lonely.
