She came running through;
wearing no smile, wearing no shoe,
in dark lonely street,
with bruised feet..
She was scared,
and despaired.
A nightmare was chasing her,
Almost like , caught in fire,
Vile intentions burned her body and soul,
Manipulated her world, manipulated the whole.
11 comments:
Painful.Well expressed.
Take Care.
So sad :'(
but nicely written
I seriously am afraid,how an eighteen year old suffer so much,that she can end up writing ample amount of sad stuff. :O
Neeha,
Thanks :)
Valli,
Thank you :) <3
Sunakshi di,
You will never know ;D
This is a sad. Beautifully penned down.
Zeba,
Thank you. =]
I am glad that you liked it. <3
truly sad
Sankoobaba
:) <3
Well sweetie, there's more to life than sadness and grief. Let love and happiness in :)
Expressive poems you write.
Love, Risha :)
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