He Understands

Who the sad man is, I suppose

Who lost his dear mother a year ago.

He wakes up in his hostile bed,

His brain dizzy, his emotions dead.

All but a single one, which in it's fury cold,

Plagues the man, no mercy at hold.

For losing a mother can instill such shock,

A man stands still as a lifeless rock.

To lose a parent so caring and dear,

It is an event everybody fears.

When the suicidal thoughts will creep into the man's mind

He will sit and cry, and make himself blind.

To all the pity that binds him to the earth

For other people see him as something worth.

Even a thousand bullets can never match the damage done

To his heart, mind and soul as one.

Oh! the anguish the man feels when beside him is no one

For he sees the world black and God a cruel one.

When he sees the giver of this birth slip through his hands

He could have appreciated more, he understands

Here as I keep my diary on the shelf,

You should understand I write about myself