Helped

Composing,
And supposing
That someone listening hears

One writer's deepest,
Most intimate fears,
Hoping that that someone,
Sensing one writer's
Most wretched tears,

Also comes to comprehend
The turning gears
Of his mind.  They have already
Started to unbind.
When shall he find
What he must needs find?

Composing a symphony
Of rhyming phrase,
Knowing some scoff,
And others perhaps raise
An eyebrow or two in silent praise...

Hoping 'spite pain to draw the gaze
Of someone to help him through this maze,
Instead he finds someone-that-could-help
With eyes overshadowed, glazed,
Leaving him dumbstruck, stunned, amazed.

What can be said, untwisted
By someone whose heart is thought misted-
Over by life unkind?
Yet here writer sits, typing words to touch
The pained, numbed heart
Of one-that-could-help.

May that
One-that-could-help
Be helped.

Adam Scott Campbell