Citadel

            There he stands, the mightiest warrior, standing --

Standing alone as the chill breeze blows

Over him, his face is stern and no one knows

The pain that shakes him so.

He just stands . . . within stone walls,

Walls cracked and crumbling, about to fall;

But no one sees, no one at all.

 

They pass by him and he smiles,

But when alone, he cries for awhile

And the tears fall down in an endless flow.

He hides his heart so no one will know

The pain he feels down deep inside

His heart -- it's a pain that won't subside.

But there he stands, strong and bold . . .

Never aging though the world grows cold.

And though his walls protect him well,

Inside his walls remains his Hell;

His place of torture, torment, and pain . . . .

            There he stands, a child crying in the rain.

Author's Note

My Dad wrote this, not me. He always sat behind his walls, never letting anyone see how much he was hurting. Eventually those walls came down, and he fell along with them.

Reviews

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

this is the work of your father? very good