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Nov 2017
Through the forest
Into the meadows
No time to rest
Hiding from shadows

Nearing the lake
Catching on my breathe
Keeping myself awake
From the goons wreath

They swarm to places
Looting the riches
They painted their faces
Some looked like witches

I have to hide
As they have seen me
My eyes on guard
Keeping silent as I can be

I hear the horses
Nearing the lake
Wading with forces
With their takes

Night was long
And so was fear
What they did was wrong
They just give others tear

Upon twilight I reached home
Everything was devastated
They took my favorite comb
On return they stated

Written on the walls
Were the words in bold
"I am watching you from the falls"
"Your head in my hand, I hold"

Now I'm scared to step out
They set me on a trigger
I can't even shout
An escape, why can't I figure

I will use my last boon
To return to my world without scream
This should happen soon
And I will wake up from this dream...


©sim
Spilling imagination...Fictional write.
Seema
Written by
Seema  41/F/Fiji Islands
(41/F/Fiji Islands)   
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