He was young,He was home.

Young face young body.

Wholesome, hopeful,Suppressing all those things

His eyes should never have seen.

Where does he begin again?

Everything unchanged, except him.

He doesn’t know it yet,

But his eyes, revealed those horrors

To his soulAnd in those hidden chambers, it wept,

Most piteously for his loss

That he is not aware

That he cannot go on the same

For his eyes saw it all

And his soul cannot forget