It does no take a knife to find
the dark sharks that swim
inside your mind
could easily be mine.

The pain you hoard
as your birthright
the jagged sob filled breaths
that wake you at night
could be mine.

Your pain is only a day away
from the shadows that play puppet master
to my pains.

Your anguish may stay miles away
may play with stars that fade
in tragic comparison
to the fields of sorrow
you burn in,

but when you turn in
for sleep
just know that my dreams
still search humanity’s black seas
for our human connection
while knowing that I am easily one
bad day away from your pain.