The most familiar feeling

A heavy pit that rots in its nest on top of the stomach

Using the rib cage as a place to hang pictures

Shoulders that stiffen up with pride

And ache with sorrow

Windpipe collapsing on itself with the confusion between sobs

Blame and guilt that have tea time with devastation and panic

The heart that outweighs the knowledge

To sit in silence and suffer through the raging war inside

Second hand by now

But the intensity remains