He is a shattered soul, brittle and broken
his heart into pieces. His smile reflects
the pain he has endured during life.
His mind stained with memories
of pain and suffering. His eyes
are a clear passageway to his
emotions. His ears are a window
that opens the sounds of his misery.
His thoughts of pain are contemptorary with
his final night, from which he never woke.
The common man is,
as common as glass.
