Your Blotting Board

I am a blotting board
A sponge to soak up all that's bad.
I so long to be a guiding light and not be classed as mad
But every story that I am told or read
Every sonnet I hear sung
Just ways me heavy with a sadness for all that humankind has done
I long to place a healing hand on all those that are dying
To banish illness and disease I am done with prayers for all your dying
To open others eyes to the beauty that surrounds, so the footprints that they leave on earth can never more be found
I hear you whisper in your huddle, he is just a Walter Mitty but believe me when I say this true
I ask for not your pity
For I soak up all your hurt and I take on all your pain in the never ending hope I have for when I come again.