Poem By Aparna Mirajkar
Broken man walking the street.
Feels the pain in his feet.
Pounding noises, in his head.
Everyone he sees as dead.
Living harsh, can't sleep at night.
Life to him is one long fight.
He pushes the needle into his vein.
Does he really think it will quench the pain?
Beer bottle, he's nearly drunk.
Got in a brawl with a street punk
Runaway train right off the rails.
Broken men fill up the jails.
As he rots in his cell.
His mind races back to hell.
Droning hateful rotor blades.
Graves dug, by bloodstained spades.
Why did they spit on him, when he cried?
Why didn't they care, when his friends died?
He enrolled, seeking a thrill.
He was changed, forced to kill.
Loneliness is his only friend.
Broken man, how will he end?