Fists and Tears

An old man with young bones.
Child’s eyes,
Scarred with sights no child should see.
A body, young but broken by experience.
A mind,
Warped;
Nothing remains of innocence.
Tainted by a life,
Too old for his years.
Tainted by a life,
Fuelled with hurt
And fear
And fists
And tears.


poem a day #850

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