Dramatic idiomatic mannerism
on manners of a man trying to
stay Christian

Traumatized
by trauma of a big size
Duly despised by duel of words
and the weapons of tongue;
They speak of harm—being a hand
of wars up in arms

Pop, pop, pop
could be guns, or popcorn
either making it home to family time
or doing time away from family time
daughters scream not seeing daddy in a while
In only the few memory cracks of memorizing
how she cracks a smile

But why do I waste a sigh
cut away by deadly thoughts
of Death's scythe?

Could it cut away my pride,
pried into private affairs
As life could be fair—beautiful
To weather fair circumstances—fine and dry
With it's fair reason—impartial and just,

But mostly life is unfair!