The Corner

Sitting in the corner

Salty tears rolled

Between the outer layer of skin

And the inner soul of a man

Whose heart cried out

In screams heard by angels alone.

 

His family rolled on holding hands

And inconsequential banter

Between Pavlovian bells

From electronic friends

While hollow meals and chores

Marked an eternally passing time.

 

As days dissolve into lonely fitful nights

With painful back, knees, head, and hands,

And heart-hurting silences from his loves,

His mind moves from corner to corner

With salty soul watering tears inside

And compassionate angels’ ears.