The more worried I am
the less productive I am.
He talks of suicide
which scares me
but also comforts
in a weird way.
He trusts me
enough to tell me.
Along with being scared
of looking for work
finding a way to help
my special needs children
I have a lot on my plate.
Yet, he is needing his friend.
I can not help myself
as I say come over.
I will always try to be there for him
as well as everyone else who needs me.
When I burn out
that is when the disaster breaks the world.
Saturn's Premier Poet 