orbit decaying

Anger and tears, out of control
frustration and anger
darkness in my soul.
I weep for what was
and could not remain
I cry in anger
in fear
and in shame.
Helping or not
do or do not
That which is real
and that which is not.
Just  because a person
tries hard to do right
doesn't mean it's easy
or obvious in sight.
You cannot help an addict
or change their course
you only can remove
obstacles
of course.
But being good
isn't easy of course
baser impulses notwhitstanding
I falter, I fear
I don't have the answer
I'm no longer clear.
The knife or the bottle,
it matters not.
Like a fly in amber
I'm caught.
My penance, my burden
my path and my rue
I don't have the answer
I cannot tell you.