Loneliness

In my chest lies a simple organ,
It beats slowly in agony,
It is held within a fist,
A fist not of stone,
Nor flesh and blood,
But one of spirit and mind,

It slowly closes,
Agony,

I wander my life like I'm watching a TV show,
I see couples,
Happy,
Their smiles cut my heart like a knife,

I watch things pass by,
A play a TV show,
Something speaks of love lost or love denied,
The knife in my heart gains a serrated edge,
It cuts deep and slow,

As always I render comfort to those few in my life,
I sit and listen,
I try to take the pain,
I add it to my own,
I listen to them complain,
Of being lonely,
Of having lost,

I can't stop,
I can't shut my ears,
I have to listen,
It's my blood,
My nature,
I would have an easier time not breathing,

It hurts just the same