There were brilliant red veins in his eyes
Where pain remained unspoken;
Nearly broken, he was unwilling to acknowledge
Defeat, even the streets couldn't break him.
Unaware of the potential dangers,
He vulnerable to strangers,
Felt compelled to conceal the anguish
Those veins revealed.
And I knew
He had the heart of a soldier,
Because the Mo was solid!
His delivery was polished and
I could see that…Continue