The Tin Man… respect for my brothers…

The Tin Man

And then…
When all is said and done.
When all the words run out.
When all priorities are met.
When everyone has had their say.
When all cohorts have been accounted for.
When influencers have applied their labels.
When social media has had its say.
When women and children are in the lifeboat.
When everyone has gone home.
When all the bills are paid.
When the party is over.
When the rain has come.
In the dust and debris…

The Tin Man
Quiet, aching, invisible, silence
A red heart and rusted tears.
Tears sometimes come at night
In moments of despair.
Pain will always find a way out.

Longing… seeking connection.
Just once, being seen among the dust and debris
Of years past.
The innocuous mediocrity of always being there,
The slow poison of habituation.

Until one day he doesn’t come home.

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