The Helping Hand Poem by Aaron Lynn

You benefited my existence.
Revived my inner blissful flame.
With heartfelt intention.
I made it my mission.
To save you from all of your pain.

Trying to assist, remove misery's brand.
Showing the purest, the truest of love.
So I lent you my hand.
The so-called haven of my hand.
the same hand you said fit like a glove.

Slowly unsheathing your sinister knife.
Brought by despair and sick ideas implanted.
Such a reluctant drawn knife.
Bringing panic and fright.
To a mind that was once so enchanted.

Still reluctant, you dig that foul blade in my hand.
For your arm is controlled by the merciless master.
The pain explodes in my hand.
In this pitiful hand.
Good intentions morphed into disaster.

I could tell by your eyes that the plunge of that knife.
Was in fear of emotional growth.
And in my line of sight.
I see by your eyes dimming light.
It was a plague that was cast on us both.

Repair my daggered hand.
We can free ourselves from this curse, from this ailment.
Unite with my hand.
Reclaim the haven of my hand.
Remember before the impalement.

Let me assist, repel misery's brand.
With the purest, the truest of love.
I will lend you my hand.
The promising haven of my hand.
The same hand that still fits like a glove.

Brought back into my existence.
Stirring up the inner blissful flame.
With heartfelt intention.
I'll accomplish my mission.
To save you from all of your pain.