Helpless

Not the many I have
For pain…

But dark and solemn
As hallways in autumn,

My griefs deepen
And haunt me.

So, where shall I begin—

A day silver
With maples
And wind?

Perhaps a lighter mood,

Will yet in time
Turn blue,

At the mere mention
Of you.

I can’t dispel
The mist

Let alone repair the rift

So I re-arrange
The lines
As one might
Adjust the blinds

The way I often do

To banish the gloom
Of you

You understand,
Love,
It’s not to make
Things right;

Only admit some light;

I know nothing
Will ever change
Regardless
Of what I say

But I can’t face
The pain,
Of having you
Hurt again.