The thoughts that swirl in my head
Make me dizzy
And weak.
There's a woman on the street.
She's waiting for her lover
Absent-mindedly staring at her phone.
She's wearing a pretty dress.
The slim, black kind.
She knows he's going to propose.

She's trying to decide
How to tell him
No
But doesn't know how.


Beside her is a man in sandals
He's bald, he's buff
He's wearing sunglasses.
A weak attempt at covering
His black eye.
His boyfriend came home drunk again
He doesn't know how to get out.
He's blinded by his love.
He wishes someone out there
Understood.

Beyond him is a little girl.
Adorably freckled, cute as a button
And smart as a whip.
She's failing in school.
Her parents are concerned.
They don't know that her uncle
“Loves” her too much.
They don’t know about the baby.
She won’t tell anyone.
She doesn't know how.

The only true kindness of the world is this:
This world will end one day
And the Pain...
Will...
Stop.