Inconsolable

When you reach out 

from darkness and know

Whose fingers lace in yours 

No questions asked about 

where you lead them

When you pour out

the black ink in your soul

And watch it spread on

Pristine white

Not caring how 

it blots out the light

When you think not

To pull your punches 

Or blunt the glinting edge

of your words that draw

Angel blood with a whisper

When you see 

the Ugly in you

In the mirror only One can

hold up without 

turning to stone 

in the glare of

your medusa head

When you fly home

With wounded wings

dripping lifeblood

and try to heal

Selfishly feeding on 

Another soul, not knowing 

or caring how much

is to spare

And in the end

when you calm down

Having stifled sobs 

into her pink pyjama top with

The hugging grey teddies

You do feel better 

and it hurts a little less

But never can you forget

The echoing sorrow of the

Wide eyed little boy

Inconsolable 

In the hollow corridor as

Your lifeless words 

tumble out

Already turning to dust

Meaningless

Much like your efforts 

To save his father