They Come In

They come in doing that familiar shuffle arms legs akimbo and eyes never quite resting on mine I wonder where their mind has gone what thoughts crowd their jagged corners of thought- They come in day by day for appointments doing better sometimes and othertimes they've lost the teather that held them on solid ground where reality wasn't shifting by sight or sound They come in sometimes strangers to each other but familiar in their addictions comfort in numbers depleated in resources and lonely in spirit they move across this space and time as ghosts who crave satisfaction still I pray I have no judgement of them as I would not like a judgement of me and hope that one day they too shall be free.