Helter I
By R. Cary
Tell me of your sins Helter, the scars of your heart
Tilting his head, his eyes show enough, she asks no more to be said
She is where he buries his pain, upon the breast of her care
Caressing him, her hands sooth upon his face; gentle, secure
She knows he cannot live without her, this is her duty
Her passion in protecting, giving comfort, forgiving him;
This is her art, relieving him of his sins, quietly
She raises herself up, ‘Helter, it is time to go’
She will miss him, she always does, closing the door
She faces her window, wishing for that day to come
End
Helter I
By R. Cary
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By R. Cary 