Tuesday, August 17, 2010

an 'un'crafted life

A whiff of freshness zapped his brain,
He limbers up to work, but in vain.

He stares in the emptiness searching for his worth,
Is this really his rational foolishness to dwell in this dearth.

Fuck You! He shouts out loud,
The dead walls hear his plea but remain unsound.

His fucked up mind tries to reason his existence,
Wife dead,Children gone.Can life screw with him anymore from here on hence...

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