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.