No Help

There he stood In the street Gun to his head No shoes on his feet Talking incoherent The gun held tight It was dusk Soon to be night Police everywhere One trying to talk him down His eyes roaming wild He didn't make a sound He just stood there Making no demands Police trying Everything they can Suddenly A single shot rings out He falls to the ground There is no doubt As a red river runs Down a sloping street Soon he is covered By a clean white sheet Everyone will have opinions As to why he did this deed But will it occur to anyone He never got the help he needed Just like millions of others Hoping to find a way That somewhere down the road Their life won't end this way 11-22-18/RjH