I watch you slowly
as your pale, blank skin
eerily grows colder... and colder...
i watch sadly
as your whole persona
is patiently overcome by disastrous sorrow...
and i cannot lift a finger,
i've tried many times you see
to help you through the fires...
but you've always turned away
not valiantly, not stupidly,
just turned away and suffered alone.
i cannot help you if you will not let me...
but i'll be here crying invisible tears
until the time comes you can no longer bare it,
then i'll pull you through these fires
and safely into my arms.
Then i'll let you go
and watch sadly as you walk back to the flames.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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