New Poem

He has tried his hardest to build a good life for his wife

and son, to put food on their table, yet for some reason,

He can’t find work that’s stable, and nightly, he’s pacing the floor

Honestly doesn’t have a clue what to do anymore

He’s like a feral animal, trapped in a cage,

there’s a bitter storm swirling

round in his mind fueled by brokenness,

disappointment, and rage

By: J.N.R Dutton

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Published by J.N.R Dutton

Husband, father, artist, writer, musician, art promoter, among other things.

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