Strengthen a Survivor
Inside those four walls
are blackness consuming
and monsters shattering
the flickers of hope
that can set her free.
'Tis not a deadly disease
that catalyzes torture
beneath one's skin
or rots the internals
letting a conscious mind
and body feel it that
triggers her to make
a sound of pain
that escalates into
a piercing scream,
but the crippling agony
when it awakens her
during periods of darkness.
She can deeply feel
her heart beating―
she is alive yet her soul
is completely shredded,
and neither the rain nor
an avalanche can battle
against her chaos
and cry of misery.
Fragile ones in sight
she breaks into sharp bits
when her ordeal
haunts her― making
her body tremble.
She is being trapped
for a long time now,
lonesome and frightened,
holding on a little longer
in hopes of a release.
Somebody unlock now
the door of dread
while she is not yet
letting a piece of glass
work its way
through her flesh.
YOU ARE READING
roses of the world
Puisi❝I will pour water over you when you are parched and dry, and draw you in a spot where the sun's tender radiance can kiss your weary body. I will shine up your blades as I whisper to you how beautiful of a flower you are, for keeping your body and s...
