Metal chairs, rusty and worn
Supporting the weight of the world
Mistakes and regrets hang thick
in the smoke filled air.
Spirits of past lives mixing
with future aberrations.
Hope ever present, but quickly dismissed
fear and sorrow more comforting companions.
The stories are recycled, coffee stale
and laughs, half hearted.
But the pain, the pain is real, raw and fresh.
Scars visible from across the room - across lifetimes.
Pain caused, created, worsened - to others.
Scars worn, only to remember.
Scars that don\'t heal, even when the pain does.