Weakness

Weakness seeps out through the clenched teeth
and drips out of bloody fists
There are warrior cries from the overpowering,
And flourishing, Exhaustion.
The silence that is screaming
wakes the shadows to march in rows.

This is where all the swallowed tears live.
Where retained anger thrives.
Here dwells all loss and hopelessness;
All vulnerability and humiliation.
Cold laughter echoes off the walls,
Shuddering the foreboding statues
Of defeated heroes.

Here is the drive to the sobbing wrists
To all frayed ropes:
Worn from the cycle of fear then flesh.
This is the promise of hell in life:
Scorching the resilient and the wary.

This,
Is the world of pain.
The universe in ourselves that we feed anguish.