Powerless Observations

Reflections of Hopeless, helplessness in your eyes I'm unable to feel your pain, my useless sympathy gives no relief from the torture that your experiencing, I pretend to understand about your illness trying to repeatedly say positive words of wisdom and hope, living and seeing the one I love suffer with an illness that's so disabling, only knowing my despair not yours, relying on professionals prescribing unpronounceable drugs, diagnosed on a spectrum scale of mental illness, watching our lives passing by seeing no future for either of us, when will we get any relief from this anguish that's been bestowed upon us? Will things ever be normal again? we will never be physically parted, though through this devastating illness we are alone, me in my world you in yours, I know there are people worse off in this world, why then do I feel so unprivileged by not feeling your love? 12/11/2016.