ENDURE

He looks down, holding his face.
A feeling of helplessness flows over him.
Tears well up. Then fall.
Not of joy, but bitter sorrow.
There are people watching,
staring at him.
All see but none act.
He cannot move.
He’s frozen with pain.
Pain only felt by him.
His breath quickens.
His head gets cold.
If he can only get out,
It will all be over.
The closer he gets.
The greater the pain.
Finally, he reaches it.
Only to repeat the same thing.
This is his life.
He is... tormented.