about despair and feelings of helplessness |
God help me, she said Her eyes dark and crazed She said, I know I made mistakes That’s what she said to me Her hair was dark as her eyes Not black, but this rare shade of limitless brown That stole the light from the sun And turned it to darkness Maybe Their eyes steal after her Because her hair steals light from the sun She sat beside me And the air was cold But I don’t know if that was because of her And when I looked at her, She looked away And when I moved close to her She made no move at all Except for her lips, her lips They tremble And when she spoke, it was almost a whisper God help me, she said God help me God help me I thought I had no choice I thought, I thought There was no room for freedom And when they come, they come in the dark I thought there was no point in hoping Because laughter is a product of delusion And when they come, they come in the dark And there is no room for breathing Maybe They hold their breath for her Because she’s hardly breathing And except for her lips, her lips They tremble She makes no move at all God help me, she said God help me I thought there was no choice How can I be kind to her? How can I be gentle? She said, God help me How can I help? I am not God. I don’t know what to say. Her voice is soft as pebbles Scarcely a whisper, spoken only By the gentle tremble, tremble Of her lips, her lips. God help me. God tell me what to say. |