He rises each morning
a different man
The previous day's stains
subdued by night
Smokes a stale cigarette
and drinks bitter coffee
to disguise the bile biting
Swarthy skin tattooed
with unforgiving reminders
of what he could have been
had the inner voices
not won their daily battle
A sailor venturing
exotic foreign ports
or perhaps a scholar
delving deep the mysteries
But he is a simple man
living a mundane life
to those looking on
For no one sees his sins
cast in the shadows
or hears the voiceless screams
as the demons rise
within his soul to claim
their victory
So you pass him by
unnoticed
He is another of the
faceless
And he wonders -
do you hear the trees whisper
while the forest roars?
Gold trophy winner
Adding your comment:
It has such a strong undertone, that anyone you pass on the street can be a mass murderer or something...what a thought! The end says several different things, depending on the read, I've read this through several times and the last bit can be interpreted differently each time, the rest however said the same to me each time. A superbly tense and chilling piece hunni congrats on the much deserved gold! 
This is incredible! There is a depth here, such an intensity ... You gave a voice to the voiceless, and a face to words. I have read very few who could even attempt this, and this write surpasses them all. I am in awe, well worthy of gold! Excellent piece!
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