Friday, November 10, 2006

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:

Anonymous said...

this is a damn good one...can totally connect to it... a very good comeback i must say :)

raj said...

Good one mandar... this probably is true in everyones weak moment.. a really nice one :)