He died today.
i saw his body in the arms of his protector,over seeer,master,friend, father.
i saw the tears that rained down the cheeks as he carried him.
i saw the face of a man, stained red with burning salt tears as his face twisted under the pain.
I saw him dig, dig and weep while he dug, relentlesly he dug like a daemon had possesed him – perhaps it was then that he channeled his hurt from his heart to the ground in which it came that he’d be the undertaker of this worst nightmare.
distraught, i saw him walk away – and never speak of it again.
yet i see his pain still when i look into his eyes and that man inside , behind those eyes is still crying, and hurting and still weeping – yet he yerns for more than this : he mourns to escape this place he is, behind those eyes – yet those eyes remain motinoless and yet that man still cries – yet this face is still straight – not the twisted pink that once i glimpsed.
I once saw a man with his world turned inside out – and today i see a man who’ll never let the outside in.