Disconsolate Patience

I will wait for you, my dear sweet friend.
With dutiful, and sometimes disconsolate, patience,
I will linger here, lamenting and beseeching 
the Holy Father above, "Please save him".
A gift resides before you, generously given,
yet you refuse to take it unearned.
What darkness do you draw before your eyes?
What painted image do you compare yourself to?
You gaze in a mirror of dark reflection,
coated with contemptible lies about your heart.
A veritable demon stands in your stead, it seems.
It is a dark valley that you traverse,
and I see that I am not to be your guide.
So I remain here at the journey's end.