Failure

by DAIRINE BENNETT

Fell many, many drops
and I, I watched them slowly fall
from the ocean in your eyes;
Yes I stood and watched them all.
The sea salt, it stung you;
Wincing told me of your pain.
Open wounds and gashes,
But no I can’t explain
why I became so voiceless
when my voice was in demand.
I never dried your eyes
with the tissue in my hand.
Dripped the colour scarlet
on my floor, left a stain.
I saw forming every cloud,
and falling every drop of rain.
Courage was clouded
as what rose in me was fear,
that I would get close to you
if I could stop just one tear.
Failure, yes, I became –
I did nothing, zero, nil.
But no, I failed not as a friend
For I was lower still.