x by x, 2019
He is a wounded man;
the world has spared him no loss or misfortune,
there’s no atoning for
the choices he’s made, who he’s become.
He carries the sadness, the weight all behind his eyes and there it sits
reaching its wispy tendrils out at
everyone who looks him in the eye, leaving
its imprint on
the beholder’s heart.
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