The Pain of Helplessness
There is pain in my heart for another.
I cannot comfort him,
I cannot be with him,
I share his pain,
ease his suffering,
show I care.
Why must it be so hard?
Why did it happen to start with?
The unanswerable questions
ring out to the stars,
and only silence replies
with it's smooth sound.
I scream with anguish,
and the pain of helplessness.
"There must be something I can do, mustnt there?"
The whimpered query
hangs in the air,
"please?".
But only silence and time remain,
once a comforter,
the other, a healer.
So why am I not comforted,
or healed of my pain,
and only my misery remains? 
