broken people

broken people all around,
see their feet fall on the ground,
in softing stomps without a sound,
yes, broken people all around.

cries hang in stagnant air,
hear the tears that never stare,
shameful faces unaware
of unheard cries now everywhere.

faces blanked that never show
breaking bones row by row,
blood thickens, dying slow,
pain beneath faces never known.

in their eyes they never see
beyond the darkness, never free,
plodding along most emptily,
blinded eyes choose not to see.

there are dangers in the sound
of broken people all around,
the empty faces, silent bound,
beware the dangers still unsound.

broken people all around,
see their faces, hear the sound,
feel their pain drug on the ground,
yes, broken people all around.