A withered soul staring back
Tortured eyes of past mistakes
A wrinkled scarred face with sorrow visible in the lines
Punishment represented by each line
His face bears no semblance of victories
Just the guilt of many failures
Every look carries a certain level of pain
A voice hoarse from all the screaming
Teeth stained from the cigarettes
Dry lips dying of thirst
Not for water but whiskey
He splashes his face with water
Puts on a fake smile to face the world
He hides his painful eyes behind cheerful tears
Never to show his children what he’s been through
To be their symbol of strength
He doesn’t dry his face
Opens the door to show the world his mask of happiness
Day #87 SJD
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