The winter sun caresses his cheek
He strolls down the leaf bedded creek
not a cloud in the sky
not a raindrop to wash his soul
walks upon memory bridge
lets his mind play tricks
Sits by the water, makes rings with his finger
it turns dark, he cant stay
memories cant linger
Night falls Heavy
thick black clouds sway the moon
their lullaby so steady.
Thinks alone how to put the wrongs things right
wonders how does he survive tonight.
Takes off his clothes, the scar never shows.
and yet as it bleeds, not a tear.
his heart aches this life it leads.
Look into those eyes, their still dry.
do you think it means he doesn't cry?
