Trying

A poem of trying, even though what you do won't help.

Move,
before crying makes your wounds grow deeper,
greiving silences,
screaming pain.
Hearts,
torn in two,
but neatly stapled,
not knowing how to heal their pain.
Darkness falls,
demons surround me,
in my eyes the visions blur.
Here to help,
yet they lay screaming,
bodies twisted,
in agony where they lay.
All the pain,
my heart lies broken,
still trying to ease their way.