Sympathy Pains

As she stood there, waiting. 
Waiting for a sign, a reason perhaps,
I'm glued to the television, knowing 
Her world is about to collapse.

The pain in her heart, is mine
too. Her eyes all cried out, staring,
directly at the camera, I can sense it 
in my bones, it's obtrusive, glaring. 

I hear she screamed when she saw,
the pool of blood and people oscillating. 
Her whole world destroyed, in a moment,
truly vile, nauseating. 

I'm a mere spectator, in this dysfunctional
world. Forcing my thoughts, evaluating. 
And there she is, fighting every day,
running, crying, dying, alternating.

I move around my house, helplessly.
For I only know her pain, not understand it,
hating the world, the people, everyone,
for the crimes they didn't commit. 

Will she get the justice she deserves?
I do not know, but I do know 
that tonight, we'll both won't sleep, 
we'll both see him, alive, breathing, a shadow.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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