the lost

sitting in the corner,
hidden by the gloom,
that's where i find a young boy
spinning his own doom.

"young boy," i call with no reply,
but the lift of his steady gaze with swollen, bloodshot eyes.

he's trying to be marble.

beyond that stone, though, i see an orb
surrounding that frail boy,
the outter defenses so much like crystal,
clearly hiding what he thinks i can destroy.

i cant even touch him, so i just touch his world.
this is what i see:

this is his castle,
this wall so flawed
believes he's a monster,
something to be appalled.

i can see the difference though.
i can gaze upon the past.

i see the ancient love & pain,
the good beneath disease.
i see the ugly thing he thinks he is,
it's brought him to his knees.

i sit there watching helplessly, muttering such small words.

he can hear me,
but he cannot understand.
please understand?

i know so little of him,
but i wish i could cure this pain.
his haunting eyes follow me,
as i hope and plead and strain.

he seems so hallow..but he can't be.
i know there's something there.
what hides it?

it's that shadow that's taken hold of him,
it snickers as i glare,
it tells him that it's all his fault,
that love is just not there..

i cannot win this fight, but my heart beats somethign new.
a way for me to keep him here, the littlest i can do.

i can love.

i reach around the edges,
of this chipping crystal sphere.
maybe i can't help him,
but at least he knows i'm here.