Aryan Chadha

United States

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The Janitor

April 1, 2019

There he was
Wrinkled face reeked of failure
Stone-cold eyes said nothing
They were dead
He stared into my eyes and I stared into his
His eyes said nothing
I wonder what mine did

What he did do
To get here
What was his life like before
Maybe he was handsome
Maybe he had a future somewhere
Maybe he was destined to end up here
​I guess I’ll never know

He's gone
Through the hallways I shout
"Where is he!"
"Where has he gone!"
No one will tell me
No one knows
No one cares


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1 Comment
  • weirdo

    nice poem! welcome to WtW!
    thx for the review btw

    over 1 year ago