Thursday, May 26, 2016

Walk Away

The story of a boy there was
He laughed and danced and played
But if you went too close to him
My God! His life was frayed
The wolves and dogs
Had shred some threads
Long back when he was young
But now when he is old and strong
The tatters are still strung
Holding on to them
In hungry, desperate snatches
In glorious myths
Of a victim’s strength
He forever latches
Be strong and walk away
Sooner than you can
Like a rabid cur chasing cars
He would chase you and bark
For what else could he do?
If you have any sense, run
And listen to his hark
You cannot float a sinking ship
Nor hold a broken man
A boy who holds his fragmented soul
Like daggers out to kill
Will never become whole again
Unless it is his will
So leave the boy alone
For your own good and his
It’s only his cross to bear
Always remember this
It is not your pain to share
So if you truly care,
Let him be:
For a mirror made of shattered glass
Can only show you in bits and shards

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