In The Darkness

In the darkness, nobody notices—

Nobody witnesses the fantastic feat

Of a grown man tirelessly weeping,

And clearing tears with his sleeve.

He is left alone, to languish greatly,

While fully aware that nobody cares—

There are no passersby to ponder

Upon the sight before their eyes.

The man is left to count footfalls,

And the seconds until he reaches home—

His mask cracks—breaks down—as

He tries, desperately, to find peace,

Or at the very least, a justification

That may explain the giant lump

Which seems to form in his throat,

Causing anguish with each breath.

This man wishes to disappear—

To have the rain rinse away his tracks,

And hide the embattlement within.