He saw me through his tear-stained glasses. 

Figured it would fix as time passed.

I wanted to help but didn’t know how.

Just one more step he couldn’t allow.

 

For every step he took, 

His mind misunderstood,

And pushed him far too many 

 

It is no longer sunny. 

His flower beds lie empty.

His roses turned to thorns aplenty.

 

He screams in silence, 

Wanting to be heard. 

No sound in the presence 

Because he was always scared. 

 

He visits his farm thinking nothing can be done.

Looking at the death that surrounds him.

No one knew his mind was this grim.

 

The plants are now once again red.

His hands winced from the pain.

Nothing was said.

Of what he couldn't contain.