Crying A Lie Poem by Dean Bottomlley

He sat, alone, damp, hunched.
His clothes breathing in the rain.
a tremor of shivering rippled through him:
The only movement in a frozen scene.

He caught my eye as I crossed the bridge.
Only because, normally, I was alone.
Each day I took this route;
Met no-one, just kept fit.

I slowed as I neared his huddled form.
He was silent, yet screaming at me!
The dawn sun started to light the scene,
But he remained alone, and dark.

"Are you OK? ", his head jerked upward
Startled as I spoke to him.
"Yeah, fine, I'm always fine" he smiled back
The tear on his cheek revealing the lie!