Therapy?

Strangers in the night, we were
Emptied souls filled with gore,
Tales of fool’s hope and hopeless horror,
brought tears for times before.

And in this wasteland of human life,
Filled with weary loss and false glory,
We sighted brief glimpses,
Of inspiring beauty in every story.

In that never-ending night I realized
Life’s victors sleep not virgin-white,
After fighting the world’s pettiness,
They lay down bruised and ugly. But wise.

We left that room quietly,
Hoping that night had turned into day,
But Alas, we looked at each other, smiled
And said, see you next Wednesday.