A Symptom Of The Disease

Like a whipped dog clinging to the wall
in the shadow of it's master
you cling to me, shivering
Squeezing into my flesh
hiding from the world, within me
Your sobs like wrenching steel
echo in my heart
The world has failed you leaving only me
I am not enough
Bitter wrenching tears
burn like acid down our faces and the world
Seeing our shared misery
But not its source
Looks on, dull in hatred