A whore's night

A whore’s night

I rolled down, like hazel fell in love,
Slowly then all at once;

I rolled when,
Someone died a thousand death,
Walking someone else’s path;

I rolled when,
That someone ranted,
As if it was not his own fucking choice;

I rolled when,
That someone walked his own path,
And abandoned when path got tough;

I rolled down, like mothball catches fire,
Slowly then all at once;

I rolled when,
When a girl realized,
She has to be a women;

I rolled when,
A man realized that,
he is bereft of something loved;

I rolled when,
That man got tangled,
With old beautiful memories;

I rolled when,
Someone realized,
Everyone there has lost a part;

I rolled when,
Someone remembered,
The warm comfort of lap;

I rolled when,
Someone saw someone,
sleeping in fetal position;

I rolled when,
Someone held hands,
And then they both realised;

We roll down,
We are tears,
We are cheap,
like a whore’s night.