The world these days has come to a poor place.
This blur of people, moving faster still.
My thoughts near drown in the noise from this pace.
Makes me more reserved in speech, does my will.
Your eyes express the great weight that you bare.
Though silent, your pain is so very clear.
Our lack of conversation does not share
your burden, though I’d like to help my dear.
Your eyes I know have held back crying,
you hide your emotions from near most all.
Now this life is far too suffocating.
To remain so private, you’re bound to fall.
I sincerely hope that you don’t forget
that my offer remains here for you yet.