Helpless

It's been some time, since I've been able to write.

It's been so long since I've been able to feel.

I sit with my child, turn on the T.V.

I hear the horror stories, the images, the news.

I'm helpless to provide an answer of hope.

Beaten down by the misfortunes of others.

Relentlessly there are too many heart-aches.

Too many of thoes unable to heal with words.

Inside this home, this shelter, this refuge,

I cannot offer it to thoes in need.

I sit with my thoughts of disgust, of pity.....

so badly I wish to heal the world.

It's been so long since I've been able to write.

I picked up a pencil and it broke in half.

Helpless to provide my solutions to your problems...

I'll change the channel, but not the world.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

It's hard hearing the misfortunes of others and not being able to do anything about it.

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