#WritcoPoemPrompt78

Staring at the dresser full of baby clothes.
Mind slipping because there way too many holes.
Fatherhood and family was the goal.
Now struggling to find my soul.
Can't stay in the apartment, I need air.
Looking up for God and asking why? It's unfair.
Parked at Timmies oblivious to what's around me.
How could this be?
My demeanor is awkward and lifeless.
I grab my hair and head trying to relive the stress.
Cops. Play it cool. I'm doing nothing wrong.
"Hey buddy, is everything alright? Great song."
I looked at the officer with eyes weary, " Not really Sir.
I'm having a really bad day...". Then I started to ball.
Cop looked odd and said, " It's cool buddy just stay here as long...