Trade Me... Poem by Steven Holmes

You're fighting for a tighter grip,
On the emotions eluding my clasp.
No eye contact again, so we'll just skip,
A conversation that we cannot grasp.

How can I make you understand?
In what way can you comprehend?
That no training can help one withstand,
And no drug will ever fully mend.

For her eyes are burned in me,
and I witnessed the darkness bloom.
Dear God! Won't you set me free?
This guilt I endure hath nothing left to consume!

Trade me, Almighty!
For the little angel I lost.
Trade me, Almighty!
Whatever the cost...