The exterior is a lie
a deception at its best.
the smiles, the laughter,
he is an actor
an award winning actor
hiding the inner truth
Day-to- day phone calls,
cheerful voice,
inner but not outer
pain.
if this keeps up,
a bullet to my head.
he writes
but to blind eyes,
mute ears.
we see him as a man
60 years of age
who has suffered
cried
lost
but no longer.
We, I, they see him
a fighter
a bull
ready to charge
but he, he has
taken losses
too many losses
he has fought his battles
time and time again
and lost.
We see him as he once was
refuse to see the tired,
sunken, hollow,
haggard appearance
crooked stance.
Images are deceitful
truths are objective
illusions stay as they are
a bullet to his head.
is our wakeup call
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