I Cry Alone

In the paper, on the news, each day there is another
Article about a fallen sister or a brother
Each eulogized for what they did and how they were so brave
A nation mourns their youthful death, salutes fired at their grave

I watch as everyone bemoans the needless loss of life
And gives support to mothers, dads, a husband or a wife
To help them mend their empty hearts, sooth the grief they feel
Giving comfort where they can to help the families heal

I’m grateful for the love they get, their help do not bemoan
But I too have an aching heart as I sit here alone
You see, I also lost a son, the center of my life
The little boy I loved so much, his loss cuts like a knife

He was not a soldier, his country did not serve
But even so to die so young, he did not deserve
My boy was an addict, the scars of drugs he bore
He tried so hard to shake it, he fought a private war

You will not read about him, no medals will be hung
No glowing declarations said, no praises will be sung
The nation will not feel a loss, though my life is undone
He’ll always be my hero, he’ll always be my son

This is a repost from 2013 to focus attention on the drug crisis that has infested our world and the needless loss of life it has created.  They are someone’s sons and daughters or brothers or sisters.  Their lives had value too.

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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