Innocent and pure,
Broken from the world
All alone in the darkness,
Furiously fighting for existence,
Yet happy and content.
The hands that held toys,
Now hold cigarettes
The eyes that once cried,
Now firm and dry.
The little boy has given up
Locked up inside the darkness
Sinking in the bottomless ocean
Mending the broken pieces,
Even though he knows he’ll never heal.
Never again will he be complete,
The anger is now pain
And the fight is with himself.
With my old self
Whom I wish to meet once again
Author: Aryan Sonsale
Editor: Charu Sabharwal