Despair Poem by Eric Zerr

From the depths of a pit, I cry out;
But you do not listen.

Languishing in my sorrow;
And you do not care.

Yet we are together.

Though I see us suffer;
Your concern is yourself,

Never ceasing to discuss,
The ways in which I failed you.

With no fault aimed within.

I loved what you were,
But not what you are.

We reside as roommates;
Like congenial friends.

Who aren’t affable.

Our lives together have no meaning,
Except for our children.

And so we go on.