Word by Khaye
Date: April 11, 2023
Hands tied with a tight rope
Waters rushed through my face
There I saw, the slightest of hope
That thoughts in me wish to haze
The lump in my throat started forming—
As I feel my whole body shudder;
As I feel my wounded heart banging;
As I feel how I am abysmally shattered
In a small room bewildered by fog
I sneaked to sight the tiniest light
In spite my vision being purely vague
And the scars stapled on my skin ignite
But what my dull eyes witnessed
Mercilessly fractured my lost soul
The birds that fly was injured to madness
Freedom was taken— no one even consoled
YOU ARE READING
Hidden Masterpieces of a Screaming Mind
PuisiTo hide masterpieces is to feel something in silence. Posted: April 2020 disclaimer: book cover isn't mine, credits to the rightful owner.
