I saw him sitting on the floor.
I saw the shame through his pores.
I saw the pain in his bones.
I saw him sitting on the floor.
I asked him if something was wrong?
I think life had muted him,
for he did not speak,
he did not weep,
he did not see,
he bore
his
shame
inside.
I saw him sitting on the floor,
his back was made of stone,
I think he was comatose.
He reeked of weariness and brokenness,
Yet, I don’t think he was done,
There was a bit of flare in him.
I saw the strength there was in him,
I saw the fear shining through his skin,
I saw him trying to get up, but, he sat down once more.
I asked him what was wrong?
if I could help at all?
I think life had muted him,
for he no longer spoke
he no longer cried
he no longer saw
he bore his
shame
inside.
I saw him sitting on the floor.
I hope one day he gets up from the inside out!
I saw him on the floor.
I think I loved him once.
LeydisProse
6/16/2017
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