needless

 
in the twining hours I weep
in the night my rose is bright
come to me in the noise

quiet is refused
I see the suffering
I feel powerless to change it

culling the dark I reap the children of the dawn
protecting what I might
it is beautiful and should be
so much pain it was needed

I seek answers and am questioned for my honesty
it hurts to be this aware
in my blindness I am keen
instincts bound with truth

come to me when you need to
I will not force myself on you