Those Within The Sphere

In the parking lot
fogged-up windows
obstruct
the sad sight
of a man
overwhelmed
and weeping

Washing his cheeks
in the tears
damned
by the blockade
of keeping it together
for the sake
of the afflicted

The errands,
beneficial diversions
to purge
the rising melancholy
that there are no heroes
in the battle
to accommodate
the tides of mental illness

The heart aches
in this shrewd awareness
- the only course
to wait it out
until the seeds
of a new day
sprout
to meet the light