Something Bigger Than Myself
She was staring at me but i was staring through her,
Her eyes full of beauty,but her soul in tears,
Though she smiled,i could see the grief deep in her,
She tried to hide it but i could feel the tussle within her,
As i asked her what her troubles were,anxiety overwhelmed her,
As tears rolled down her pulpy smooth cheeks,everything seemed quiet,
At that moment i couldn't think of anything to console her,
And as i stared at her with sympathy,she tried to murmur out something,
It was too much for her,i had to hold her in my arms
And with tears in my soul i murmured,
I may not be able to whisk you from this hell,but allow me to walk you through it.
~the_lamp
Copyright © Brian Ndung'U | Year Posted 2019
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