LeggoMan's Journal

 He kneels in the rain,

There's no one left but him.

As he buries his face in his hands,

He confronts his lonliness for the first time.

No sounds but the sobs,

The tears fall as fast as the rain.

He reaches for the bottle.. one last drink to drown the pain.

Empty.... the one constant gone.

He looks around as he rises,

Ensures his still unbroken  solitude,

There's  no  one left  but  him,

And  that  will  have to be enough.

There's nothing but a stone with no name,

And the unending silence that he chose with his career.

The tears fall faster now, 

He wipes them away ashamed.

He is the soldier, the police officer, the fireman,

The one called on to be cold.

 What now, when the only war fought rages in his own head?

He walks away as he came.... ALONE to face his unbridled pain.