The pain and fear so clearly seen
By those whose wishes remain in the dark
Watching, waiting, always baiting,
Yet never to help or harm.

They simply exist in silent sorrow.
Through the pain.
Through the fear.
A shell of a person
Going through life.
Going to death.
Yet not one word is spoken.
Not one hand is lifted.
Not one tear is cried.
As they walk and walk and walk.
Unto the darkened end.