Heavy foot steps imprinted wooden boards
though impressed by an absent soul
an isolated mind, formed of intricate cords
I am aching, bleeding through a lonesome hole

My trembling legs stand before hollow eyes
encircling me on dull rickety chairs
I unstitch the fictitious smile of my disguise
bare oppressive scares, all despairs

To mirrors of indistinguishable faces
tears seaping into the floor, for they understand
the gripping pains and benumbing embraces
the destructive limitations at hand

For our dispirited faction of slumped backs
anxiously awaiting for when the sun appears
to fade our scares, dry the floors dampened cracks
absorbing our souls of abounding tears.

By, Melissa June