Helplessness - Pauline Bain

I feel helplessness as I stare at the wall it doesn't move - where to? Should I walk out that door into the nothing of nowhere and the cold of crying so I stay I look out the window instead I look out the window hoping to hear a voice of salvation crying in my ear crying in my head, coming to me here in my bed Alas all I see is the helplessness of a tree As she is strangled and torn by the wind is it me? Am I causing the pain & the strife & the knife which cuts and infects with helplessness blight? I look within, with a clear diamond gaze unclouded by sin for sin is like gin, eating away a whole in the tummy Until the dark half remains unglazed.