My Agony

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They struck and struck –out of breath,

                         No felt pleasure but left regret.

Heartless creatures? They were worst.

                  Blood suckers are better, They were absurd.

They trailed away, leaving a broken heart,

                               Fractured state, pierced with darts.

 The glass is broken, broken in pieces,

                     But no one tried to search their traces.

Now when I woke up, I looked back and forth.

                      Salt and water, strolled down my shore.

When I saw a body, lying there-dead.

                         It mirrored my face because its myself..

 I will never be alive, and never will forget.

                      My cries of sorrow that everybody neglect.

The scars were there, on skin and in soul.

             But the latter will never wound, nor it will erase,

Looks of Disgust, Anger and Sympathy,

           Thrown my way,

                                      Reminding me I am such a disgrace,

Whatever they say, whatever they see,

                         Because I know the truth-burrowed in me.

So I lost my hope to explain the truth,

              Curling in my place and allowed to forget myself.

Now, I am different, different but not unique.

                Different? I asked myself and then laughed in chain.

If sleeping sleepless night than, Yes!

                             If locking myself in my cage than, Yes!

If sitting there. Stone face. With no muscles moving,

                              With tears in my eyes and trouble in hair than Yes,

I am Different, but who caused it?

                                        Did you ever questioned? Did you even tried?

And that’s something on which I most cried.

                                                  CRIED, But not anymore!        

I will fight for justice,

                           with all  my strength and core.

And one day, I will achieve for what I have aimed.

                             With the hope of climber to climb the mountain,

And with the promise that those animals will be tamed,

                                                          Those animals will be tamed....

A/N : this is my second poem, I hope you all liked it, I tried my best to make it up to the mark. Please tell if there are any mistakes or your review about the poem, I am only 14 and trying to be a good writer, i hope you will help me with your reviews, ( don't hesitate, I do mind if it's bad because it will only help to correct my next works) Thank you! See you all next time.

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