the watcher’s lament

Bring me your wretched,
            The world-war-woe weary;
                                                                          Heavy with life.
Bring me your broken,
           Their brackish tears tracking
                  Blackish streaks,
                                               Down bruise-blackened cheeks.
 
Bring me your 
                                                                                                tired. 
 And let me envelop them 
         
            here-
 
Deep within a heart made 
                                                                                          to break,
 

But not broken-
    - yet.