this poem

If you reach into the night
with an empty hand
A soul beyond mend
This poem is your friend

If you're shy or shunned
Underprivileged or ugly
A garden no one will tend
This poem is your friend

Knotting the noose
Spinning your cartridge
Hastening the end
This poem is your friend

If doing the right thing
brings suspicion or scandal
If the wolves tear and rend
This poem is your friend

If you're horrified
by what you've done
See your life upend
Nowhere to turn

No one to care or listen
If no more can you pretend
This poem is your friend