Old blue jeans
haven’t faded yet,
still unblurred
as he moves
undeterred
by a painful past;
Slightly slumping,
shoulders sagging
like a soldier
who is dragging
his body back
from an unknown war.
Well earned
wrinkles on his face
are deeply ingrained
as deep blue eyes
shield a soft soul
from feeling
to cold.
Brown spotted skin,
but his hair is still black,
the pain is still there
in the past
as a matter
of facts
that others lack.
It is all superficial.
People can’t even see
the surface scars
that he hides
behind his sleeves.
Desert dry eyes
can no longer
sooth a parched heart.
Outside
of our ability
to perceive
is his grief,
strange subtractions
from his life
like his parents,
his friends,
and his wife,
All we can see
is a solitary
sad stranger.
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 10:16 AM UTC
Old blue jeans
haven’t faded yet,
still unblurred
as he moves
undeterred
by a painful past;
Slightly slumping,
shoulders sagging
like a soldier
who is dragging
his body back
from an unknown war.
Well earned
wrinkles on his face
are deeply ingrained
as deep blue eyes
shield a soft soul
from feeling
to cold.
Brown spotted skin,
but his hair is still black,
the pain is still there
in the past
as a matter
of facts
that others lack.
It is all superficial.
People can’t even see
the surface scars
that he hides
behind his sleeves.
Desert dry eyes
can no longer
sooth a parched heart.
Outside
of our ability
to perceive
is his grief,
strange subtractions
from his life
like his parents,
his friends,
and his wife,
All we can see
is a solitary
sad stranger.
