Aching souls need be quiet

Need be deaf

Need be over there away

Bricked in

No air holes

Gasping.

Drowned.

All strong swears they

To delicate to be heard

By the pill poppers

Self-soothers who

Cant know grief

Longer than a drink

God forbid

They sit a spell

To endure a low moan

From one of us

God forbid

Communal pain