Unmasked

So where does this tough-as-nails
Cowboy stand? Lost in mornings pale,
Toeing earth with worn boot leather
Thinking of love lost, lost now and forever.

‘She doesn’t love him anymore,’ they say.
So he does what he can from day to day,
Trying to forget, forgive, generally cope,
Falling for despair, a strong lack of hope.

Ride a twisted dust devil to nowhere
For there’s no crime, punishment unfair.
Mind clouded in dirt, sand, and debris
Nowhere and nowhere, it’s plain to see.

Complications of living that make life
a cause and effect, calmness and strife.
So where doe the Cowboy stand, he asked,
‘False and naked, completely unmasked.’