It seems like every time I turn my back, another friend of mine is getting hurt in some way. If only I could be there for everyone... Grrrrrrrrr, forever the prominent frustration in my life.
Just When I Look Away
Just when I pick
one of you up,
another stumbles,
crumbling to their knees.
I go to your side,
looking to comfort you
even though you sometimes
reject my hand,
pushing it aside
in favor of your own,
taking insult from my kindness,
supposedly too strong
for me to be able to help.
But even when you take it,
I can't seem to pull you
back to your feet all the time,
as it's you who has to do
the standing in the end.
And now all of you
are crashing around me,
a falling kingdom,
and I,
one of the citizens,
run about in a panicked state,
trying my best to repair
all this desolation and destruction
around me.
But how can one man
hold up an entire city?
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