Poetry (Ongoing)

The unspoken Truth of the Past

Throbbing, it is my heart, then postponed
An instant stabbed right through my soul
It is fear, signaling my brain
As I started trembling,

Clear vision, yet unknown to me
An act of hell, never thought it was reality
Devilish face, pointed weaponry
Utterances of threats echoed within me

Two to three steps away
With sweat all over my body
Crying restlessly
Trying to break free

But, an instant grabbed, I was crushed
Like a bolted hand, a force clasped
Leads into the abyss of nightmare
Without remorse, my bête noire

Struggled, I pleaded
With a scream, demanded
But failed, chaotic
The battle was nearly ended

Forcibly, his manly entered
Anguish, Helplessness
Devouring my human flesh
Until nothing persists

Shattered, a broken glass
Worthless, unfixable
Darkness, In a flash
No exit, troubles

Tormented, my eyes were shut
Restoring from his demonic act
I Clasped myself, I moved at last
Stripped, I ran away so fast

Memoirs of my past are still fresh
A delicate me who shattered into pieces
An unending scar, a nightmare of unrest
Striking, my life is still a mess.