Him

A Poem by HeartBound

In the gentle breeze god whisperes his name, his heart knows only suffering but his soul is pure and gentle, no one sees the truth behind the body language, and yet I do, I see the way he reacts to the pain of the earth spinning and yet he is standing still. His soul is fading and yet his body still continues to walk, to try and fit in when his mind screams out against everything he's learned, and yet...he doesn't.