I'm powerless.

Like a tree that's lost it's leaves

I shiver, as though a  cool summer breeze

Has been propelled through me.

Alone I sit, twisting down

From the land of contentment,

Is it my fault? I'm gargling remorse.

Incapable of aiding thee

You're sinking deep into the sea,

While I simply stand only on a rock.

Willing, praying, desperate,

For you to soar out of this mess

Into loves arms again. Please.

The End

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