Misunderstood

[lostinthewind]

At a very first glance you’re so fragile and frail
Who would of known your past holds such a tale
You walk with a cane and a hunched over back
Never do you get any slack

I heard your story in an odd place
A glass room just off the track of a horse race
When you spoke no one would speak
I stood on a chair just to get a peek

The stories you told gave me the chills
Filling my arms with many little hills
I caught sight of your eyes glistening bright
You held back tears with all your might

Just as you finished the race begun
Horses went off to the sound of a gun
Ignoring the horses my eyes remained on you
I know you could sense them since you looked at me too

I was aiming for imagery