Turning to every side and then finding the terrible awarness of knowing that there is no one to whom run. When a heart is hurted and a soul weeps, to be alone intensify a keen pain.
Who could hear an aching soul?
Who could give a little spark of love to heal?
Maybe the hope of comfort will arrive in the thought that trouble won´t last forever, because the merciful Comforter knows all that hurts the inner self of man, so He can shed His tenderness to take away the pain.