tinkypinky

As I see her go through the pain and suffering. I watch her, Through the hour glass. I am stuck. Thick glass separating me and her. The sand steadly falling. I see what she goes through. I see the sorrow. She does not tell me. Not even tomorrow. I can see. I can't hear. Sand falling steadily. She won't tell me. I can't hear anything. The sand becomes thicker. The pain never went away. With the last tears. (That  I  s a w) Why couldn't you tell me? I thought through the hour glass. The sand almost gone. I cannot see. I cannot hear. I couldn't do anything. To help her.