He Tried Poem by Hermione Femalton

He tried to heal me with his touch,
But his touch wouldn't heal.
It was already far too late;
And I could no longer feel.

then the wind began to blow,
And it whipped against my face.
But at least it dried the tears
that were marking my disgrace.

And my heart began to freeze,
As cold and numb as steel.
And so I resign to silent truth,
Never to be healed.

he tried so hard to love me,
he wouldn't let me go.
He felt the need to love me,
Still i felt nothing though.

my soul is cold and empty,
if only he could see,
if only he'd stop trying so;
it's pointless loving me.

He's a ray of golden,
Among a broken sky,
Soothing all the damned,
As they cry and bleed and die.

feb 2009