Drowning

I know a man who lost control he’s out of mind and sight
The boundaries we set ourselves he somehow oversteps
He floundering and I would help but he would only fight
He thinks he’s in the shallow end not drowning in the depths
They label him as mental or what’s worse as merely rude
No one’s allowed in close enough to see his inner light
Behaviour lascivious or sometimes even crude
The lonely man but oh so many share his sorry plight
Some unattractive attributes define his mental health
The apple cart is more upset than those who pass him by
Immunity is not achieved by status or by wealth
You may not fully understand but please you have to try
Our health and our abilities are wide and so diverse
Yet each of us deserves some love and comfort on this earth

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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