Cracked

he panted heavily muscles twitching in his naked body running frenzied, without looking back, he shouted, “He is after me.... my life” a rip roaring cry....! the traffic halted pedestrians stopped people from shops came out women through curtained windows peeped children stopped their play “so drunk”.... a man murmured “A crack”.... someone shouted “coming right after an orgy” sneered, an oldie... “pity on him...! Take him to an asylum” one gentleman suggested. he needs help, majority opined ‘nab this plague’, the moral police quipped what is he running from...? an assailant....? corona virus....? his own phantom...? two sane men staying, at a corner wondered. they had masks on their face “must be a health worker”..! one of them said... “yes, the subtle nuances of a cracked mind” the other agreed! as the scene on the road, had grown into a high voltage drama, dissensions grew and multiplied! March.10. 2023 ~Placed Second~ Cracked Poetry Contest Sponsor- Anthony Biaanco