Six Weeks Later

I am a Therapist… and to answer your question,
I (Finally) stopped believing in God,
when a badly traumatized Soldier
was referred to me via his Local GP.
I sat uselessly, before another human being,
whose soul was completely and utterly annihilated
by the unrelenting ghosts and nightmares of War.
Not only could I not help, fix, or alleviate,
but any naïve words of hope or reassurance
sounded stupid to my own ears after leaving my lips
… I ended up as defeated (with Therapy) as he was.
He hung himself, in a dingy Bedsit, six weeks later,
after drinking a litre bottle of Bell’s Scotch Whisky…
the night before he was due to appear in Court,
for assaulting a Police Officer, who had cruelly
tipped the contents of his beer can onto the ground,
after finding him sat upon a park bench crying, alone.

Paul Tristram is a widely published Welsh writer who deals in the Lowlife, Outsider, and Outlaw genres.  He wrote his first poem as a teenager following his release from the (Infamous) Borstal ‘HMP Portland’, and he has been creating Literary Terrorism ever since.  His novel ‘Crazy Like Emotion’ published by Close To The Bone Publishing is available to purchase right here Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.