To the little boy that once existed

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


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