What Can I Do Now?

Sadness and regret.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Forget about all the rest.

Just waiting for the caress.

A heart that bleeds slow,

Wishing to un-know

the pain it tries to stow.

Longing to let go.

Actions destroyed

and guilt fresh spilt,

A friend’s hand was on

the killer’s hilt.

Not your fault, they said.

As they gathered, breaking bread.

Not your fault, they said.

His heart dropped like lead.

Not your fault, they said.

Why did it happen, and how?

Not your fault, they said.

What can I do now?

What can I do now?

What can I do now?

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