It numbs responses, makes him feel a dull
Ambivalence to things that ought matter
To a loving family man. The full
Measure of his silent, distant chatter
Speaks of sadness his smiling face belies;
He hides it well, darkness only he sees.
What makes them happy brings to him gray skies,
Sunless days, and moonless, sleepless nights. These
Painful shadows follow him where he goes.
Helpless to escape the lingering doubt
Of his sanity, he deep inside knows
That he must drive persistent demons out.
He’s never sure he can do it alone.
But he surely knows that it must be done.