Coloring the World

Only the Broken hearted

Only the Broken hearted

Chasing endless dreams
To be heartthrobs of millions
Girls and boys cross the safe limits
Of their villages, of peaceful existence.

In the big, bad cities
Some fall for drugs
Some snared and netted
End up forcibly leading
Lives of nightly terrors
In the red light districts.

Driven by need and want
Walking the road of crime
Unable to turn back
The indelible tracks
Of time, the tyrant

Their eyes red-rimmed
Their faces haggard
Their youth stolen
Their life at death’s door

Only the broken-hearted
Hover on the lonely roads
Haunt the sleazy streets
When all their dreams
Fall on the floor in heaps
Like the dead electric ants.


Second Place winner in Sherri's Coloring the world contest