Where’s The Help For The Help?

Hearing their secrets,
Sifting through their lies,
Wondering how they do it,
Living in such demise.

Attentive to their burdens,
Listening to their cries,
Wiping away the tears,
Dripping from their eyes.

Who holds you in the middle of the night?
Who do you run to…
When you haven’t got the fight.
Who do you trust…
No one you know,
With what you hide inside,
And no one human to talk it through…
Where’s the help for the help?

Trying to fix them one-by-one,
Some wanting suicide,
Watching them come undone,
At times too burdensome.

The affair that took surprise,
It’s hard to stop their crying,
Grieving their dead son,
Some with cancer, they are dying,

Who holds you in the middle of the night?
Who do you run to…
When you haven’t got the fight.
Who do you trust…
No one you know,
With what you hide inside,
And no one human to talk it through…
Where’s the help for the help?

Published by Jenn Till Lee Copyrighted, all rights reserved.

Writing poems as an outlet for healing. My hope is in Christ

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