Sonnet IV
 

I wish I knew the perfect thing to say
When everything around you falls apart
I wish there was a way to formulate
To words the sympathy inside my heart
I wish that, when you tell me of your pain,
I could repair your brokenness with ease
I wish that somehow verses could contain
The poetency to make your bleeding cease
For I am often unwise in my speech
And unable to shed my hidden tears
The chasm in your soul I cannot breach
My pen held back by paralyzing fears
     Think not my silence speaks of apathy
     What I cant write or speak, I pray you see