Weeping man
All alone
Reading text
Upon his phone

No eye contact
No face to face
Her distant words
Lacking grace

Flowers dumped
In public vase
Intended ring
Reflects his face

He walks away
To numb the pain
Mixing bourbon
And weak *******

To lap of love
By means of gold
A strangers flesh
He needs to hold

Broken dreams
An empty bed
Missing wallet
Pounding head

Drunken walk
Lacking grace
Finding flowers
In public vase

Weeping man
All alone
Walks the street
Miles from home

Wise words spoken,
Sleeping mind awoken,
Social media is broken,
Her advice come through,

I refused to nominate,
As I start to contemplate,
Realising my own fate,
What would mother do,

She would say, listen son,
No such thing as harmless fun,
It's not like they hold a gun,
So why should you go through,

If they said climb up high,
And freefall through the sky,
With no chute to deploy,
Would you still go through?

Why don't you just be a man,
Pass up on their stupid plan,
Not drink petrol from a can,
Necknominate a truce,

Fill a box with hearty food,
Help another lift their mood,
Start a trend on different views,
Help your fellow man,

Time to go and make her proud
As I look into the clouds,
My own trend singing loud,
I did this all for you,

Sitting by the fire,
He raised a glass,
Whispering words,
Of his secret past,

A solitary tear,
Wiped slowly away,
Hiding the pain,
Of that fateful day,

As a curious child,
I always wondered why,
My heroic father,
Would sit and cry,

Or wake up screaming,
Soaked in his bed,
Telling my mother,
The noise in his head,

As I grew old,
I understood why,
My soldier father,
Would sit and cry,

He lost his family,
Not linked by blood,
He witnessed things,
That no human should,

Affected by the war,
Still to this day,
His PTSD,
Is stuck on replay.

He sat by the fire and raised a glass
Mumbling words from his secret past
I watched him wipe some tears away
As he recalled their final days

As a curious child, I wondered why
My heroic father would sit and cry
Or scream out, from his soaked bed
Pleading to stop the noise in his head

We would hide away, each bonfire night,
In fear of the noise, the smoke and the light
He thought our home was under attack
Lost in the daze of a random flashback

As he grew old I understood why
This brave soldier would sit and cry
He lost his family not bound by blood
Witnessed things that no human should

Mental scars burned deep in his mind
From the devastation, he left behind
He was a prisoner of war every day
Locked in a memory…
...his mind would replay

A blank book, stares back at me,
An unwritten verse, of poetry,
My future novel, full of events,
Leather bound story, missing contents,

A clear mind, dogged by history,
Halting the flow, unfinished mystery,
Weeks of regress, a total non-starter,
A comedy of errors, missing the laughter,

Passion reduced, barely a simmer,
A future best seller, lacking it's winner.