XVIII

It was hard not to stare
at your beauty that day
when you looked like an angel
descending in grace.

Empty

Too many people pulling at me,
Pulling in too many ways.
How am I supposed to stand it all,
When all I want to do is crawl away?
Everyone wants something from me,
But all I have are two hands,
One mind,
One Spirit with which to give,
And they're all running on
Empty.

Help.

That's all I have energy to say now.

Help,
please.