Lately it had occurred to him
He was a stranger in his own home.
He was adrift and alone,
All emotional ties stripped away.
He was unmoored,
Uncertain to what he should do today.
His emotions were out of control,
A ship adrift in a vast ocean.
His old belief in marriage was shattered.
Wasn’t love all that mattered?
He sat, his head in his hands,
Why couldn’t anyone understand?
He must be losing his mind,
At least be borderline.
He was an interesting case,
Calm one moment, then a storm would cross his face.
With counseling he could make it through the week,
If he believed in himself and forgot he was a freak.
He was unmoored, unattached to the mother ship.
He had to get a grip.
Otherwise he could not help others.
May 21, 2017