"Misery"

 Misery

I wish to leave a word or two

Commiseration of the blue

I cannot know the pain

But sympathize

Not to cause the rain

But, heart to rise

The loss is far beyond my ken

Poor things are these, the words I pen

Though wizardry of mine will not suffice

Still, I'll take the chance and roll the dice

I think that I've already paid the price

In fact, I've paid it more than once or twice

I wish that I could offer more, but this is all

That I can paste upon a distant wall

Armoured innocence should get you through

I offer all I have from me to you

The pain of not intruding holds me still

And, yet, the heart remains for you to fill