The cold wind blows on his tear streaked face as he walked into the lonely darkness of the moon-less night.
His eyes burning with the hatred and pain that has built a home in his soul to haunt his sleepless nights
Lost and lonely, tired and hungry, he searches the emptiness for a sign of peace
Not wanting to give up, he travels onward asking himself “when will the pain cease”
He suffers alone, all this pain he keeps buried eating away at him inside
Yet he still keeps on moving, takes a deep breath and swallows his pride.
He has lost so much, felt more pain than he ever thought he could handle
But the last of his sanity is dwindling away like a fast burning candle
And yet he continues to suffer and carry this burden on his back
Wandering in vast circles trying to get his life on the right track.
Through the searing pain he shall continue to move on, trying to leave his past behind
Cause he is a soldier of pain and he must keep his eyes forward, to see just what he can find.
Douglas J. Griffin
