Merciless and soulless place she lied,
Like ruthlessly strewn meadow,
Like callously picked lilies that bloomed,
Like forcibly enthralled birds of daylight sapphire.
Blood oozing out of her lips, succulent before,
Hands and feet handcuffed by force,
Her exterior devoid of silk and cotton,
Lying nude in future grave bed.
Strangers enter in succession,
Like toxic Lead for her,
Like stormy winds for her,
Like Gordian Knot, unbreakable for her.
These strangers like ivy enrobed her body,
Waned her support, in parts,
Sucked into her like wilful leech,
Without mercy poured theirs 'venoms'..
At times, beaten blue and black,
Shoulders wrinkled with blood clots,
Eyes swollen with reddish wine,
Tears shed once in a blue moon.
Breathe as cold porridge for her veins,
Unpalatable, unappetizing for her cells,
Soul inside dead in pain,
Only words bombarded in her mind that..
"World is sugar-coated venom,
Sugar lasts and venom takes the lead,
When venom starts, mercy doesn't exist"
YOU ARE READING
Girl in Future Grave
PoesíaMercy, a word which defines humanity. It nurtures our living. But, at times it fades away and we are left with stony-hearted beings or as an attractive apple rotten at heart. This poem shows the dark aspect of humanity. Let's unravel together.
