This was a poor attempt to put into words the helplessness felt watching my child suffer. This is very raw, unedited and untouched since the day I wrote it about two years ago. So…forgive the all the whiny drama.

I could not reach you.
You were gone to a land of nightmares
And static dreams.

Born a foreigner in your homeland,
You wander,
And my maps point the way but not the means.

A poor guide
I try to lead you, blindfolded, down a maze I never walked
While your belly gnaws like a wound.

I see you surface in your eyes
Before it pulls you down again
And I try to fight it for you
Though I can neither see nor name it.

You must think I have failed you.