Poem - The Story Of A Boy

Come little children - I've a story to tell,

About a boy and his head that gave him hell.

The chemicals he played with pulled him into a rut,

Where he found himself helpless and utterly fucked.

They slashed his soul and ripped him up and left him for dead,

Left him forsaken in a land of his own meds.

He may as well be lost forever as in his blood he lay,

His narcotic grave be pissed upon, they left him to decay.

Lonely and depressed, his luck didn't seem to unfold,

Until one fine day, fate ingratiated him with a pretty girl.

Her smile propped his fragile form back onto his feet,

Her presence was all he needed to get a good night's sleep.

His heart learned to beat at the pace of her breath,

The shame here alas, surely should have caused him death.

For her heart did not lie with him - a tragedy he found,

That left him broken and she watched him on his knees before he fell to the ground.

Destiny raped his soul and there he laid on his back,

The taste of her lips replaced by the flavour of crack.

And now in a corner somewhere, he's singing this song,

Descended from grace, there's something terribly wrong.

It now it isn't very possible to attempt to even mend,

what's broken and lost and now he's back where he was again.

The moral here kids is nothing's meant to be..

And trust me I know, for the boy here is me.

A Poem By Nick Khilnani