My Failure
“You couldn’t help,”As she walked out my door.
“That’s the reason why, I walked out of your life.”
“You couldn’t help,”
As knife crosses wrist,
“You could never help, so pain holds my cure.”
A helpless man, my love leaves me here
A bullet through my heart
To make my sorrows disappear.
Without the power to help,
What am I but pain incarnate?
Your sorrows, your pain,
Lodges deep within my soul,
My helplessness twists the blade,
With ignorance spawned fear.
Fear, my greatest fear;
That conjures the image,
Of your retreating back.
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