The Quiet Man.

There was a man i knew who was always alone. He was a quiet man who appeared to want only his own company.
But, human nature as it is, didn,t make the quiet man,s life easy.
Wherever he went, people ridiculed him. The children would tease him mercilessly, make faces at him, even throw dirt or papers at him. The adults, especially young men, would curse at him, cruelly insult him. On the street, in the pub, in the park,his life was hell.
The quiet man never answered back. He would blush, a blood-pressure red. You could see his pain on the expression he wore.
Alas, the quiet man is no more.
Was silence his weapon? Did they fear him? One thing was certain, his soul did never yield.
Cassiestar Cassiestar
56-60, M
Jul 3, 2012