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
With painful back, knees, head,
And heart-hurting silences from his
His mind moves from corner to
With salty soul watering tears
And compassionate angels’ ears.