if you take the time to think about it,
The pain of this world is crippling,
Empathy makes my insides,
Hurt so much,
It’s a needle hug, and a poison touch,
A hopelessness that is too,
much for tears,
Of horrid truths and dreaded fears,
Just a dull, painful dread,
For the living, for the dead,
I feel helpless, guilty and sad,
The struggle seems to be,
To see,
To create,
Good there within,
A battle we can never win,
For it does so little.
All we are, and all we feel,
This is the cost then, of free will,
Such a very precious gift,
but are we worth it?

JDoyle