Story of an artist 2

Tattered shirt,
a broken heart,
a mind, torn,
shred to pieces,
still clinging to the flesh
weak and fragile,
burnt and shattered.
He walks the earth,
like the fragile wings
of a butterfly.

How long is he going to hold on?
How long will he hold himself together?

With dried up tears,
pushes himself to stand…
a staunch stick
a part of him now.

The boys in their cycles
evaporate in the distant horizon
like a speck of dust.

“Pick yourself up…
….again.. “
says a voice

He manages to stand..

A dying day
watches as he crawls

watches as he merges
into the evening crowd.