We were brothers,
Sailing through a sea of blood
Arm in arm,
Nothing could tear us apart
But all it took was an invisible thread
The flames feasting on his fear-filled screams
My eyes open,
The agony too much to bear,
The tears leave a trail,
The anger stays within
There's no place big enough to sustain its havoc
I wish I could call it a nightmare,
But, it is a daydream, isn't it?
When destruction is everywhere but nowhere,
When a baby's cry is a siren's wail,
When a nerf gun's bullet bleeds you dry,
When your best friend dies over and over,
Everyday and every night.
Blood fills the orange juice,
Blood is the wine dripping from my lips
Blood is the ketchup covering my fries
And blood sneaks a peek at me,
Wedged between the bread
The mirror greets my patched-up face,
My heart aches to be sewed together
Why is the mirror whole
And my soul torn?
Is it fair for the mirror to remain untarnished by the horror of living?
No, it isn't.
Blood runs down my arms,
Shards cover my face.
Tears meet the river of red,
The cage is unlocked and anger flows,
The pieces of mirror lie on the ground
And I glimpse my bloodshot eyes
Finally, the flesh reflects the madness within.
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A budding writer's collection
PoesíaJust a bunch of poems written as and when I feel to write them