As I stare

Deeper and deeper

Vision perfect, beyond the physical

I see their frustration

Their worries

Their hurt

 Their pain

Their moroseness

With a sound ear I hear audibly

The cry of their wounded soul which deeps

Wanting to set free

Like a slave

Shackled in chains

From the unbearable

Tearing them into uncountable pieces

I touch their wounds

Smell their fears

Though they pretend to be happy, forcing a smile

Underneath that smile is a sorrow

That seeps through their soul, and marrow