he was a good child
know respect and love

mom got sick and died
he was just seventeen

dad is more withdrawn
comes home tired or drunk

he turns twenty no job
and limited education

heard the military recruiting
applied and get recruited

two years past he wanders
about the street

begging for food and things
dragging his prosthetic legs

he stumble past as others
sneered

he vividly recalls he had dreams
once to be someone rich and kind

now they are memories like
his long lost mum

life had gripped so hard
on him

that he reaped the worst

There is a thin line between love and hate
Maintaining it is no easy feat
The best and worst of all emotions
Fragile is the heart
Easily breakable with deceit.

A love unknown
A journey you both willingly take
Sometimes it's heaven drenched in ecstasy
Other junctures
Hell bathed in heartbreak.