the sound of silent voices surveying my thoughts regularity defining perfection neither sorrow nor contentment whispering emptiness whispering emptiness frail words collapse my weight only stirs the ground how long can i hold your hand as you walk over graves you search for tears of compassion yet find the comfort of winter you found the comfort reassurance dead like the falling leaves losing hope in your unchanging ways all of my strength can t save you if you are unwilling to help yourself