Every step is painful.
in this unbearable situation.
I am walking on thorns,
countless large, sharp thorns,
that twist down into a long, dark path,
that has no end,
and it just keeps twisting away,
into an aching misery.

I'm choking back my tears,
no more crying
Not in front of so many lives,
many small, young lives.
Their fearful eyes are following me,
as I walk on thorns,
my blood flowing freely from my feet,
like the life that flows out of their eyes.

I want the thorns to disappear,
off this long twisting path.
I want this path to have a beautiful end,
not the dark one I am seeing.
I want those eyes to stop being scared,
The children should be allowed to be children,
not empty, fearful shells of their former selves.
I want this all to end,
is that too much to ask for?