First Person Perspective
He wipes his hands
On anything in reach,
He never feels clean
He shakes at night
Because his nerve is gone,
Everything hurts
He stand as a victim,
as everything rots
He can't focus,
So he staggers around
Where there are no labels
And no rehabilitation
Come one and all
And see the broken man,
Talking to himself
He sits and waits
For something better,
He'll never find it here
He is surrounded
by the very thoughts he fears
2 comments:
this is a damn good one...can totally connect to it... a very good comeback i must say :)
Good one mandar... this probably is true in everyones weak moment.. a really nice one :)
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