Helpless Poem by Kwai Chee Low

He stared at his surgeon robe.
White, hanging limp and lifeless,
as the little girl on the operation table.
He had fought for her life, but failed.

She had been hopeful, excited at the hope
of a new life free from pain,
but fate thought otherwise
and the angel of death was relentless.

Now he huddled in a forgotten corner,
Sobbing, and wracked by grief, he was shouting
"Why? You showed me this path,
but you did not show me the way! "
His shouts, hoarse, a lone voice in the darkening storm.