Wednesday, 18 August 2021

Poem 12

                                   Death Escape 

 

Her dismayed soul bleed out the venom of memories

Through her tears, falling down ashes

Scorched by assumptions, her false hypothesis

Left her into the world of darkness.

 

The belief, it becomes her forever draft;

Her story be proven, a work of craft.

 

Again and again, the story circumpassed

Haunting delusion followed her everywhere;

Her dream, transformed to nightmare,

To die, the only thing she had at last.

 

Just like a naked chrysalis, unmorphed.

 

She died, leaving her insane desire dismantled

Behind a corpse, an abandoned story.

   
                                          
   - Ishika Jain 



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