Helpless To Help


“He knows

he is dying God.”

I can

do nothing

to stop him.

The sins

of the father

set their

seeds in

fields where

no till,

rotating crops

only alter

the course

of the inevitable


for a time.

All I can hope

is that

the soft rain

of tonight

will patter peacefully

into a peace of mind

that recalls

the pain of today

as a silent memory

for tomorrow.

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