My face a mask of stone,
refusing to show the sadness,
never cracks.

Every day when I'm alone,
hastily wiped away tear tracks,
show emotions.

Exhaustion heavy in my chest,
the laboured breathing of an old man,
once young with life.

But my eyes show the scars,
from your knife in my heart,
and a wound that won't heal.
I cannot hide this.

(c) 18 November 1998 21:01, Fnagaton.