Looking into his eyes..
May I look past your chinky eyes
And your gorgeous smile..
These eyes have seen an awful lot
Pain sits on his eyelids
and as he blinks
The flashbacks haunt his very sight
Tears form as I watch first hand
Every painful memory viewed by his very eyes
Unable to remove this staring lock
Rivers flow from the windows of my soul..
Holding his hands..
May I feel your pain..
Relax your nerves..
And hurt no more..
I graze my finger tips with his
And instantly I feel his pain
His walk through this rain
Brutality at its best on his life
Where has he come from
And where is he going
My body grows weak
Awaiting his acceptance speech..
May I ask you to speak for me..
Allow me to understand your dilemmas..
So I may become one with your solution.
Just as he moves his mouth
Nothing comes out
Words unclear
Only thing understood is his fear
Speechless we are left
In a world where silence stands proud
Mentally overpopulated with so much to be heard.
He reaches for a pen and paper..
This was his reply..
