Conduent

I want so desperately to save you. To pick you up from your grave. As you are buried alive. Screaming face down in shards of shattered contaminated glass.
And hold you to my breast. Comfort you. Hold you until your sobbing ceases. Until your lifelong nightmare relents.
I would take you to my sanctuary. I would lay you gently in my bed. I would keep your viciously frozen body warm with mine.
But I can't. I am incapable. Not allowed. By others and myself. Even if I could plow through every opposition, I could not rescue you.
I am no savior. I am not the one you seek. I did not give you breath. I can not hoist you onto my shoulders. You cannot fall in love with me.
I beg of you. I BEG OF YOU. Plead Him for salvation. He is the only one...the ONLY one in whom you have any chance to be rushed from this most certain horrendous death.
I can only take your large hand in my small one. I can only be the sight for your gouged eyes. I can only be a mediator. For the most perfect of mediators.

"If you love him let him go."