By Juliet Adeniran
They speak of a heart of stone,
In every corner, they tremble in fear of him,
Labelled a criminal, his reputation known,
Yet, the people’s judgments are dim.
Through those baby blue eyes, so profound,
Beyond those cold walls, guarding a fragile soul.
Eyes that seem so distant,
A heart tightly bound,
A story of pain and despair takes its toll.
I can see what they cannot see;
I can feel the emotions he tries to hide. Oh! Yes!
I can solve that broken puzzle;
I know what lies deep within.
Yes, he is broken,
Lost four fingers in a war,
A wife and son lost in a crash,
Family all gone and buried.
He’s resentful of a world
That dealt a cruel hand.
Yes! He’s mad at the world;
He’s transformed into a threat,
He is dangerous. Yes, he is.
He takes lives with a single snap,
Yet, beneath the surface, where emotions expand,
He mourns for the lives that he’ll never forget.
He appears scary, ensuring no attachment –
A facade of strength to protect his fragile core.
I see through his soul;
I know the feelings.
I have been there before, and I know.
I know! I know what lies deep within.
He seeks to destroy
What caused his destruction.
He seeks revenge;
He is bitter and livid.
Oh! But he is unaware, that I am here.
I survived the crash.
I understand him each day,
Because I am his wife.