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Jul 2017
Leaning by the window
I saw a cold figure spying
Shadowed by the darkness
Then I heard someone crying

Banned to the public,
This place was quarantined
Many lives lost mysteriously
But it looked well maintained

Wandering towards the direction
Of the awful cry, that I heard
I expected, a lost child around
So counted my paces and went ahead

A church bell rang from a distance
Not quite far from a wretched mansion
What's happening, my minds confused
Grasping high on my tension

A bright day, yet the darkness creeps
From the old mansions near the creek
Alone, I am...lost to trace
My body seems exhausted and weak

I stumbled over something
And caught myself sitting on the ground
Alas...I saw skulls and bones
Scattered all over and around

The brightness dimmed
And the gloominess filled the sky
Sitting with a blank mind
Letting the time fly

Upon darkness, I lay on the ground
Submerged with the earthly elements
Engraved on a stone, my name appeared
With few bones hung like ornaments

Certainly, I am far from home
For how long, I've been here?
I don't know the number of days
But it seems more than a year

Dead...I am, yet another failed experiment
Lost count over the years
For my body is no longer in existence
My tortured soul dwells in fears...


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Fiction
Seema
Written by
Seema  41/F/Fiji Islands
(41/F/Fiji Islands)   
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