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Feb 2016
Four strangers

Shattered glass, Dusty walls

Surrounding the miles within my reach

Dark gloomy texture

Horrid smell

Skin feels papery

Aches when touched

Sound doesn't reach out

Hands all over me

Touching my privates

Legs can't move

Insides bleeding

Lungs can't get enough of poison

Eerie thoughts filled my mind

Why did I go out today?

Could have stayed inside

Why did I drive to relieve myself?

Head is all bloodied

Can't get my head straight

Something's pushing inside me

Fingers moving and exploring my sacred body

I don't want to be touched

Anybody out there?

Why can't I shout?

Am I gonna be killed here?

Sharp pain courses through my body

Is that all my life was worth?

Just like a butterfly has spent its life in a white cocoon

My voice...I want it to be heard

I don't want it to end like this

Would these sinful people get a retribution?

My soul still bleeds with pain
Hanes
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Hanes  INDIA
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