A Veteran Tortured Abroad

“Scars of the Unspoken”

He bears the weight of secrets told
In silent cries, in whispers cold,
The USAF vet, who served afar,
Carrying more than the weight of a star.

His hips, they ache with every step,
A memory of the pain once kept,
Scars that stretch across his skin,
A tale of torment buried within.

On his wrist, the marks remain,
A constant reminder of his pain,
The binds that held, the nights that burned,
Lessons learned, but never returned.

The ankle, now forever marked,
A symbol of the torture’s dark,
The bone that snapped, the pain that tore,
The part of him that’s gone for sure.

But no one speaks of what he’s seen,
The horrors that the world won’t glean,
Tortured in a place far from home,
Left to face the hell alone.

He doesn’t wear his scars with pride,
They’re not a badge, not something to hide,
They’re reminders of what he endured,
Of battles fought, and wounds ensured.

The marks are deep, the pain is real,
But the man within refuses to kneel,
He carries his burdens with a silent grace,
A warrior lost in a forgotten place.

The scars are a map of where he’s been,
A journey marked in blood and sin,
And though the world may never know,
He wears them, quietly, as he goes.

No medals, no recognition grand,
Just a man with a past he can’t demand,
Yet in the shadows, he still stands tall,
A vet, a survivor, who conquered it all.