THE SYMPHONY OF MY MIND

Filthy Past

With her heart pounding heavy, she yearned in distress,

Hiding in the closet, she weepingly coiled in herself,

Scratched her skin, insanely pulled her hair,

But she couldn't walk out from the exile of despair,

Crushing the ears to seize the daunting voices,

She found herself in dilemma,
Whether if it was due to her own choices.

She banged her head, came down a jolt piercing through her body,

Gushing with tears, she ripped it apart with a heart desperately soggy,

She grabbed her soul, flushed down the leftovers of a tormenting past,

Then left to the alley, leaving behind the misery in search of a new path.

©rishabh singh