Solace

Catapulted into the present, there is no time to dwell
On the abject misery of these last few days.
Thrown, headlong, into a new kind of emotion,
A seething rage that seems to find new ways
To twist the knife that little bit deeper,
To taunt you when you can't get lower
To make your pain seem insignificant,
Whilst making time move ever slower.


Serenading you with words of comfort
Is not where I hoped I would be.
The truth of the matter is that kindness
Is not something you can have from me.
Love and passion, lust and desire
In abundance come to you -
Companionship, friendship, someone to talk to
These are the things I can gladly do.


But to mend your heart when she has left you?
This was not my chosen way.
You cannot bite the hand that feeds now
Then smile and ask for a better day.
If catastrophe finds you in the darkness
And the choice you made has gone so wrong,
I cannot return to my point of failure
And serenade you with my lost love song.


How can I find words of solace for you,
When every syllable you use is another knife twisting deeper in my gut?
How can I offer a shoulder for you to lean on
When your sadness is the cause of my complete and utter misery?
How can I offer you a hand a friendship
When to touch you would send me reeling into an abyss of despair?
How can I kiss your wounds away
When the brush of your lips would cause my heart to crumble into dust?


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