When the eyelids drape my orbs,
this sad world spins on without me;
I'm still here but unaware
of all the things I did not see.
Through the walls, across the way,
my neighbor struggles with the thought
of whether he should kill himself
with a pistol he had bought.
Up the road a teenage girl
has new life within her womb;
too afraid to ask for help,
her mind aligns with dread and doom.
Across the world, each day that ends
takes with it a weeping soul;
invisible to me depart
leaving nothing but a hole.
That hole contains a tortured shade,
which no one saw behind that wall,
which could have been released to light
if anyone had seen at all.
Two lives alone within a home,
surrounded by a family,
fade away as fears erase
two innocents I could not see.
Again I wake and see the sun,
active dreams all fade to nil;
a morning yawn inhales a world
darker, shocked, and sadder still.
