The Loneliness of Agony

I'm in pain
Maybe next week, if I have time
The sentence falls like shattered glass
Nothing answers, nothing climbs

Your pulse keeps perfect rhythm
Mine skips every fragile beat
You inspect my collapsing world
Without ever leaving your seat

I get it
Then another courtroom opens wide
Every comfort wears a costume
Every verdict chooses sides

You're overthinking
Just decide to feel okay
Strange advice from distant windows
To someone buried under gray

No borrowed mouth can taste this bitterness
No distant eye can measure what it breaks
You polished every explanation
While the ground beneath me shook awake

Each confession turned to doctrine
Each plea dissolved before it stayed
When I searched for one companion
Only echoes kept my place

Mercy changed into conclusions
Listening vanished without a sound
Everybody built instructions
Nobody sat upon the ground

I was never asking miracles
Or daylight handed from above
Only someone willing to remain
Long enough to carry part of the weight

Agony keeps no scoreboard
Ruin doesn't rank its names
Still they sort the fractured pieces
As if suffering were a game

Distance breeds impressive courage
Where no blood has touched the floor
Silence signs its own confession
One closed door becomes four more

Keep your speeches
Keep your formulas
Wear your certainty with pride
Compassion postponed too long
Arrives already on the wrong side

Don't translate this storm for strangers
Language cracks before it lands
No diagram survives the midnight
Hidden underneath the skin

One quiet presence outweighs libraries
Built from flawless reasoning
The slowest murder of a spirit
Is watching pain become routine