Poetry Corner

In His Eyes

The tear drops run down,

And fall off his nose.

He cries in dark corners,

Where nobody goes.

You can follow the tracks,

From his eyes to his chin.

Years upon years.

Of letting them win.

And his eyes tell a story,

Of anger and pain.

You think he's happy,

But just look again.

And the scars of his past,

Hidden under his clothes.

Are a roadmap to places,

That nobody knows.

His smile is now painted,

He's a master of disguise.

And you can see it all,

Just look into his eyes.