One-Bad-Day
He ran towards the door, rushing on the stairs
Passing through every stare,
he reached the street
People going to work, birds chirping,
the wind started playing with his hair
His overgrown beard,
and his eyes adjusting with the light
After months of isolation and inky nights,
he felt a kiss of sun on his cheeks
His clothes worn out, his naked feet
He started screaming his lungs out,
exhibiting his naked needs
Weeping, sobbing, and shouting
He fell to his knees, a grown man broken to pieces
He was a fabulous actor, playing different characters
His audience was right there, all eyes were on him
But this time, he didn't care
This character he never wanted but he can only bear
He wanted to shred every drop of tear
Mother, entered the scene, the stage so keen
She hold him, tried to pull him
But he was not moving,
He just stopped, moved his red eyes towards mom
She was surprised, this was not her son,
The son, she pushed to the edge of sanity, with every taunt
All his life, with every criticism he went morbid
She finally realized looking at him on that world stage,
he has lost it
I am not writing this, because I loved him, hated him
Or Because I want you all, through him
I am writing this because
I am one bad day away from becoming him.
© lordcarbin
Passing through every stare,
he reached the street
People going to work, birds chirping,
the wind started playing with his hair
His overgrown beard,
and his eyes adjusting with the light
After months of isolation and inky nights,
he felt a kiss of sun on his cheeks
His clothes worn out, his naked feet
He started screaming his lungs out,
exhibiting his naked needs
Weeping, sobbing, and shouting
He fell to his knees, a grown man broken to pieces
He was a fabulous actor, playing different characters
His audience was right there, all eyes were on him
But this time, he didn't care
This character he never wanted but he can only bear
He wanted to shred every drop of tear
Mother, entered the scene, the stage so keen
She hold him, tried to pull him
But he was not moving,
He just stopped, moved his red eyes towards mom
She was surprised, this was not her son,
The son, she pushed to the edge of sanity, with every taunt
All his life, with every criticism he went morbid
She finally realized looking at him on that world stage,
he has lost it
I am not writing this, because I loved him, hated him
Or Because I want you all, through him
I am writing this because
I am one bad day away from becoming him.
© lordcarbin