ghost children

My heart aches
as I watch the ghostly
tears fall from their eyes.
No matter how hard I
try to tell  them they never listen.
They will not and cannot
accpet that they are really dead.
I want to hold them
and tell them that it is
all just a bad dream.
I want to make their
fears of the shadows to go away,
why can't I see
 into the shadows?
Why is it htat my auras
black like those of the dead?
Why can't I help them?
they come to me for
answers and only the
older ones get them and leave.
They always leave some of them take
the children with them the others
don't even other hey just run for the shadows.
I want to help the little ones that
are always near me but I can't.
the last thing they remember is
either a hated face of a stranger
or that of their own parent's.
It hurts me to understand that the
children that come to me for answers
were those that were murdered.