Head Held High

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He strode in,
His head held high,
No one knew where he had been,
Or why he had wanted to cry.

His eyes were still red,
His mouth still tight,
But his high held head,
Said he had won the fight.

Some looked, looked well,
Others averted their eyes,
With every breath his chest would swell,
Then exhaled in monstrous sighs.

He sat down,
Eyes upon his back,
Uttering no sound,
Never again to lack.