This feeling

A girl who cannot hold onto the people she loves

This feeling
This familiar impending doom
That resides in my heart
Knowing that the walls of my world are falling

You cannot change it
You cannot fix it
You are useless
Powerless.
Worthless.

The event of the mass production of tears
The fears of the people are loud.
The crying of children cannot be cradled.
The tearing of families that will not be glued together.

Push it down and pray.
Its all okay
Stand through the storm
Know that the lost will be lost.

You have loved as long as you can
Your love cannot save her
Cannot cradle the hurt that is coming
You have not fulfilled your job.