Whose Right to Cry?

My life looks charmed

The waters calm

I have a lovely life

Yes and a lovely wife

I suffer no terror

A life seemingly free from fear

So I have no right to cry?

I don't live with war, poverty or hunger

I am not going to die

Well not yet

So clearly I have no right to cry?

But weep I do, secretly so

My happy face hides a mind almost six feet low

"When you fall asleep before I do, having sweet dreams of me and you,
waking up to the sound of what ought to be a Cockatoo, I am still awake
at a time set still, thinking of perils to give me a chill. Alone in my
mind, oh a dangerous place, the images race and the demons give chase.
How can I make them stop, rid myself of my invisible strop"

So behind my smiling eyes

My soul gently cries

But why?