The Abused(the dust and the future)

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

Allay and smells of drinks rise.

He escapes the fist of a s**t

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…

 

Reviews

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

How haunting - 'the fist of a s**t called life' is quite miraculous and daunting. Powerful work in so few words. Thank you for sharing this with me...I feel as if we should wrap him in our arms and carry him home to safety. Such longing and desire to escape whatever plagues him so in his new abode.
Light,
Siddartha

[George Love]

Nice work, short and to the point!

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

Nicely done. I'd say this is another great write from you. Excellent work.