Your copious heart could overwhelm the world
in waves of solicitude and shear will

You are a force
when unleashed
that does not relent

and what I cannot figure out
is how someone heaven sent
is so damn hell bent

to suffocate us all
in good intention

Do you ever tire
of bearing the standard
or holding your breath
under dark water
to rescue the least
forlorn soul?

I am a mess

No little good
I attempt
means anything
when compared
with you

I fade into
the woodwork
of benign
and simple charity

It doesn't really look
good on me anyway

It looks good on you