I don't know how much louder one could have screamed,
Just to be heard but, to go unseen
Only to have their voice echo back to them from the silence
From the inner tournament, the violence
Unwavering, unchanging life, all consuming
It became overly draining
Day in, day out, ever forward, yet never changing
Life stagnating, unable, unwilling to be open for life rearranging
Living in a long drawn cycle of sorrow and pain
Almost to the point of certainty, as predictable as the rain
All the while, still moving forward, long steady stride
Seemingly alone, if only you could meet their eyes
Perhaps just walk alongside them, with patience kindness and grace
Not everyone realizes they are walking in circles, some just need help out of that place.