Broken Dolls

​In the silent dark
Of roads we walk
Broken dolls lie
Devoured by demons.

Trampled dreams
No longer plead
Our helping hand
No longer they trust.

When so in quiet
They choose to die
Each broken doll
Who lost to the night.

Adds one more sin
On each who failed
To a long debt of
Murdered tomorrows.

© Arindam Dey

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