He lies there…

Like a folded up, crumpled up,

All wrinkled up piece of paper.

Tossed against many walls

Once priceless, now a worthless piece of junk!

He cries…

Rivers and rivers of unshed tears,

Clogging his fractured heart.

Till, now he can hardly feel!

He is numb…

Frozen by years of suppressed grief.

A precise byproduct of the perfect deceit

A shipwrecked soul who has lost all bearings!

He is a man, any man

You, or even me.

A man lost, a man in need.

A man in pain, oh help him please!