"Them, Not You"

These days are worn with frowns.
These frowns never end.
Their shoulders are hunched over,
Eyes glossed with despair.
Thoughts race around in their weakened minds.
Thoughts of things that can never be again.
Their walk resembles the dead.
Their reflections casting shame.
Pain, threaded into their hearts.
Death looms over them, unforgotten.
And all the while the world watches, unaffected.