the randomness
the senselessness
you strive to make life count
and then it comes to this
and in the end
you're left with pain
and someone writes a song
and it just seems inane
there is no way to justify
find meaning in your loss, you know
but still we try
there are no words
you need to hear
you only want the comfort
and it seems so clear
it's in our hearts
we want to take
your misery,
to share your grief
and ease the ache
well-meaning words
it's just the thought
and sinking down
too weak to stand
with arms you're caught
held up and loved
in silence there
is something more
than words can say
to show we care...
...just being there.
2 comments:
Many times it is easy to minimize the suffering of those who are different or half way around the world. It would seem that you have a very kind, empathetic heart. God bless you as well as those who are suffering at this time.
BT
Amen to your poem.
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