Stranger in this Space

I stared and looked into his eyes, and I failed to recognize the young man who I once found to be so strong and indestructible.  His heart was closed and his spirit had disappeared just like his ever impressive courage.

The icy breeze found his ways to be too frigid and returned crying to its North Pole home in search of comfort.  He was lured out my hands and taken hostage by a devil-driven trance.  And like a mime, his mouth is shut and his movements are strange, however, the silence is not what it is terrifying, it is his rage. 

No longer are there words of tenderness or teddy bear hugs.  Far away are the jokes and the silly faces he would perform to make me smile.  They're all lying amongst the ruins of what used to be part of my blood.  The sun sets upon your face as I say goodbye and walk away.