S**

A droop in your shoulders-

eyes focused on void.

With a crease in your brow

you roam through the

days. The days become

weeks, when's the last

time you smiled?

It escapes you as anger,

and you've got them

all fooled.

There's no pat on the

back. No one lends

you a shoulder or even

an ear-

not with your fists that

high and with that heave

in place of a sigh. You

stand at the door, it'd

be a chore to go out-

a disaster you try to

avoid.

So you move when

they watch-

stand still when out

of sight.

And this is how you

live when you lack

a little light.