the sound of silent voices surveying my thoughts

regularity defining perfection

neither sorrow nor contentment

whispering emptiness, frail words collapse

my weight only stirs the ground

how long can i hold your hand as you walk over graves

you search for tears of compassion

yet find the comfort of winter

reassurance dead like the falling leaves

losing hope in your unchanging ways

all of my strength cannot save you

if you are unwilling to help yourself