My mouth is dry
My legs they shake
The words they don’t make sense
My hands are wet
My speech confused
My mouth it thuds my heart beat
I read again, again, again
The screen it doesn’t change
Her life is ripped
From her ribs, from her lips
And torn into tiny pieces
Her father is dead
He died and he’s dead
And I helplessly watch the horror
No words I can say
No thing I can do
To shield her from this nightmare
The pain it chokes
It grips by the throat
Your arms and legs can’t move
The fear the shock negate the loss
The truth burns too much to bear
My eyes they leak
My pores they bleed
I’m covered in tears and sweat
Alone on this island
So far from her need
I sit and I cry and I grieve
For a life so fragile as fairies and wind
As dandelions floating up mountains and hills
For a helpless powerless faraway me
Who tries to send warmth across this vast sea