Tick-tock,
Said the clock
5 to strike midnight
It's time for bats to take flight.
Hush-hush,
The silence spoke
Disguised in darkness and a swirling cloak.
Creak-creak,
Alerted the door
"Hear out its hinges!",
Through the alarmed silence it tore.
Pitter-patter,
Knocked the rain on the window,
"Watch out for your doom!"
It thundered with sorrow.
Flicker-flicker,
The flame went off
Standing in a dusty corner,
Its candle cried a silent tear.
Creak, groaned the floorboards,
Croak, cried the stairs,
Click, turned the doorknob of the bedroom above.
Thud, grinned the footsteps,
Cling, sounded the metal
Not a minute did it take to see it settle
Inside the resting heart of the 1 year old.
Out came the weapon,
Now bathed in blood,
Drenched from its brutal point
All the way to the end.
With bold steps and a wicked grin,
The footsteps retreated
Slamming the door behind,
The evil entity departed.
Pitter-patter,
Cried the sky
Distressed for an innocent's loss.
Creak-creak,
Croaked the cradle
Craving her soft touch.
Hush-hush,
Whispered the darkness,
Sobbing within its heavy attire.
Tick-tock,
Sang the clock
It was a half past mid-morrow.
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This is a poem I had written back in grade 10 about an infant getting murdered. It definitely isn't the most developed write-up of mine, but this poem does hold some memories for me.
Killing innocent lives is still an ongoing event in several parts of the world and those people who feel no shame in getting their filthy hands smeared in blood so pure, deserve the worst kind of brutality.
Last year, I had taken the opportunity to perform a skit on this poem as a dedication to the Peshawar Attack, but sadly our idea was turned down as the teachers thought it to be a 'very depressing' topic to address in our school talent show.
Anyway, I hope this poem is of some significance to you all. Thank you for taking the time to read it.
-Mayra
