A friend has told me something bad.
I'm shocked,
and sad.
I barely have the urge to talk.
We sit in silence,
quiet until I speak.
My actions toward this violence,
seem so bleak.
I can't do anything,
I'm weak.
My words have feelings,
but I can't express anymore.
It won't provide healings,
I feel like a bore.
I want to hug them,
hold them tight.
Tell them that I'll help through any outcome,
till they feel right.
But I'm unable too,
for it's a quarantine time.
I'm unable to get through,
For I'm a mere chime.
I want to hug them,
comfort them so.
But unable to,
I hang my head low.
I want to help them grow
even if it's slow.
I want to help.
I want to care,
I want to tell them I'll always be there.
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