how rare
a soul in open anguish
unafraid to break
under the burden
of constant sorrow
how uncomfortable
we sit in silence
as the sobs of despair
echo in the hollow room
while we twitch in our seats
how powerless
spiraling out of control
terrified to admit
our disinterest in each other
our weakness embodied.
how tragic
a place fashoined
for such sorrow
should offer no solace
save to those with no need.