by Mike Berger, Ph.D.

Despair, an ugly word
besieging your soul
Distorting the world,
and slapping your face

Pain comes hot
searing tender insides.
Tears spill forth.
but can't dampen the fire.

Trembling hands quake.
Sad eyes shut.
Others smile and laugh, but
it really doesn't matter.

Silent cries roar
and split the night.
Oh that some tender touch
would make it better.