I wonder

I wonder...
I always wonder...
I always wonder
what's in somebody's soul.
I wonder
what they suffer for...
cry for...
die for...
I wonder for other's feelings
that much
that I make them mine.
I suffer as they do,
even when tearless
my soul cries as they do,
and surely bleeds in pain
as surely you do...
I want madly to know
if I'm able to help;
but I must keep the line,
not force the limits;
and even when I hate
to ignore what disturbes thee
all I can do
is the best I do
and continue to say
"I wonder..."

Kind of poem born to express to a friend

A.J.