The hurt in his eyes isn’t easy to read:
Walks on, stands tall, head held high,
no reaction, no defense,
just a solemn face.
But through the door in his Sanctuary
true emotions you can read
with every line, every letter, each unspoken word.
Why is he the mime, why not a voice to be heard except
on paper, hidden elsewhere, no feelings to show,
paper tears, never fallen
on one who’ll ever know?
About the Creator
Edward Val
I'm a poet by nature and a Soldier by trade and my writing reflects my experiences not only in life but also in war. I use writing as way to express myself and deal with the horrors I've seen and hope my words can help my fellow Veterans.
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