wars

A silent mouth sitting across the room,

looking outside the window he focuses on the moon,

i looked at him and started to think,

'what is he thinking?' 

a blank face with nothing to say,

he stays there at his place,

maybe he likes it there,

away from all those fake prayers,

'what is he like?' my curious mind wanted to find,

but couldn't cause he never said a single line,

why,

why, he never looked like us while being one of us?

does he still live on this planet?

his emotionless face says it all,

he might be fighting his own wars,

he seems too tired to go on even for a day,

i think he needs a little rest to start tomorrow,

if only there was a way 

that i could help him by sharing his pain,

i would do just fine 

cause i think that's what he need,

a friend to rely on.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Seuwandi]

Hi
This poem show cases the battles we all face. We smile but inward battling many demons. Beautifully written. Keep writing