Everyday he sat at that same spot,
leaning against the grimy pillar,
avoiding eye contact with passersby.
Despite never making a sound, his presence was always felt.
There was an evident torment in his eyes.
Was it regret? Guilt?
What caused this man such deep anguish?
I shall never know.
Although I do not know what troubles him, I can somehow relate.
For we all have demons buried within us.
Some are just better than others at hiding them.