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Will it be all right? "Yes, everything's okay."
A mantra seeming false; I've been down this way.
My heart is sinking hard, a vacuum in my chest
Not piercing me with pain, but crushing like collapse.

My tears run on their own; a contumacious spill
My selfish heart commands - one cannot fight that pull
Leaks are springing leaks; corroding by degrees
An endless burning wash, a ragged strange release.

Rigid aching throat, choking my words dry.
No choice: The only choice. I give in and I cry.
People whom I love store acid in their souls
They scar their witnesses; how do they lose conrol?

Emotion sparks and lifts my prayer: Pray God to ease their pain.
A whispered voice, "See what you've done - your casualties are maimed."
Free will - it is their choice, yet bitter breathless cold
Lies empty in my breast - my hoping heart grows old.

Why should I even care? The joke wears hard on me
I suffer selfishly, relentless agony.
I've interfered before - a famous shame that was.
Me, my casualty, when trust dried down to dust.

A wise and healing love - could it survive at all?
An oft-tossed seed of hope curls in their vitriol.
Using words to hurt? A frightened shame-filled spin.
How fraught with danger that! They plunge to sink or swim.

My heart releases them. It's not for me to stay.
Leave them to their sorry sport, it's really not okay.
Old yearnings have worn thin. The Law is written here:
DO NOT INTERFERE
do not interfere