Enough

Empty vessels sit lonely, in the heat of filth, all dried up, cracked, brittle, swollen from lack of nourishment. Desperate for clean water, yearning for sustenance to fill the hollowness that their cores have become. They weep, silently, with misunderstanding. Innocent, helpless, and undeserving, thrown into an unfair world, wanting for hope, but not having the strength; each is broken one by one, until, all are lost. Now the rest of the world sees, Now they all weep; and yet, it is still not enough.