Lost eyes and no raincoat
wind and rain splotches
assaulting from low cloud
banshee bluster against the face
Wet through taunted and humiliated as he begged
The energy to ignore that people have
hope digging into him yet failing
falling and getting diluted by rain
His voice trails off
Travis a man of thirty
cut down inside
the sparkle died with the inner child
only a mile from the river that stole his heart
The sky mourns Travis
crying upon him
tears hitting him like shrapnel
Hands open and empty
that man had a heart
defending his country
paid in raindrops
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