Tears don't fall, but his heart is shattered. Time went by, in silence he suffered. His stance is unshaken, but his spirit is broken. The face of a merry man is his mask Stoicism is his task. No one seems to know or wonder why? None seem to hear his silent cry. Forced to walk with this burden within, Alone he must tread on this barren land For such is the curse of the Stoic Man.
