Her cries echoed aloud in the still of the night
A cry of pain
A cry that will never cease to flow
For as long as her heart is wounded,
and bitterness still lingers inside,
it will always remain a part of her
If only she knew what laid in wait
If only she knew...
But like they say;
One can't really tell what's going to happen next
Even if he tries
No one could have guessed...
No one!
If only she could turn back the hands of time,
and make everything right again...
Evil like they say
Never reveals itself
It's always concealed,
and rather lurks in the shadows Like some petty coward!
Once the sun goes down,
and the moon takes its peak,
it slowly crawls out,
hence begetting the dark,
and impregnating the silent tranquil scene thus
There,evil lurks
Out on the streets,
trudging footsteps can be heard,
and masked figures seen,
hovering on every corners,
lying in wait for their prey
To wander out in the dark,cold night
Alas,she walks,
With body badly bruised,
and face swollen in a puff,
The tattered skinny figure walks down Trolton lane
Arms crossed,
and sadness imprinted in her almond sunken eyes,
She plods;
With her haggard looks shimmering in the light,
and the tears in her eyes glistening
Yet,they didn't care
Their deep gray eyes shone with lust,
and they readied themselves,
encircling her
Each brutally taking turns,
stripping her off the one thing she cherished most
Her pride,
Her innocence,
Her comfort!
All gone in the twinkle of an eye
She had nothing left
Nothing at all!
Oh,what a selfish and wicked world we live in!
How shall the heartless pay?
How?
How?!
I doubt this evil that has befallen the world will ever pass
I doubt it will...
Now it's time I joined my creator,
and rest perfectly in his *****
This she said,
breathing her last
Ciara
4-PAINED
Can You Really Tell When Demons Walk Amongst Us?
The evil that has befallen the world has conceived a far bigger problem than any human has ever imagined. The poem "PAINED", centers more on the evil that has eaten deep into the society at large. Now, the girlchild is posed with a threat; a threat that has brought greater concern , not only to them but to everyone around them, Even children are not spared: And this demonic operation is yet to be stopped and our fears are increased with each passing day, just as depicted in this poem.
The poet personae here, a victim of circumstance if I should say, was brutally assaulted by devils that call themselves beings, Even in her awkward state, they showed no concern nor any iota of pity towards her. Her pride and comfort were all stripped away in just a day. If only she could tell what would become of her.....
- **** IS EVIL