Abandoned corridor

 He grew up staring at the wall
someone else's problem
No parents to call

the abandoned corridor
of the heart
survival feels sore

A house needs warmth
like a body does
from the core

How is he still dead
staring through the wall
Eyes digging so apalled

as if that gaze will ever meet yours
as if I could ever raise him from the darkness
Old mustard carpet smokey mould

One soul a nuclear bomb
dismantled by the ignorance of limited minds
Before it could explode and rewind you all

a century of diligence
into one cold corridor
survival is so sore

orphan freshly cut
from a broken family
which is now shut

anguish expands and blames a guilty world
Burning question unfolds
How to warm this existence so cold

people wait inside their respective factions
for someone like him to guide them
toward the path of destruction