The abused (the dust and the future)
The upturned walls of his mind throbs.
Each flash cuts and pastes scene from past.
Small palms grasp bed sheet, new and crisp.
Eyes water too much to see the
New paint they have cared to put on
And the jovial four walls smile.
The new home and new bed he feels,
Though the dreams run back through a dark
Alley and smells of drinks rise.
He escapes the fist of a slut
Called life, the reflection of moon,
Pale and coughing on the water.
The mind throbs and the night breaks sweat.
The slim light under the room-door
Assures a new world, adopted.
He cries for the future and past...
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(this could be a short story as well as a poem....I want to know more)
second reading reveals childhood wrenching tragedy
last line grieves and punches my heart
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The depth of your lines takes the reader on an emotional roller-coaster ride that saturate the soul with awesome compassion; so many lines of sensorial depth.
"He cries for the future and past…" What an awesome line!
I found this @ today's Tuesday Writing Essentials. So glad I did. I'm glad to be introduced to your profound writing. Bravo!