You can see the fury in his eyes. Trembling words shot out like thunder and lightning, not of fear but of pain. He paces with rage, a confused man, drowned in his potent. With words slurred, he speaks, but is ignored. He brings fear upon, but with a squint of the eye you see, see past the tears of one dying, shattered as a fallen vase, that once held joy. Now, a man, in a forever war. Not with man, but with one. I can feel him struggle, desperately for an out. When will it end?