To Quill the Mocking World
Poetry, Astha Mangal
3 min read
Desperately attempting to escape her fear,
Trying hard and harder to hold up that tear,
Constantly battling with the enclosing darkness,
Longing for light to fill her with warmth and fondness.
With ice-cold palms and frost bitten feet,
Her eyes filled with sorrow to beat,
She knocked on every familiar door,
Used up all the opportunities she had in store.
Not one response, no one answered,
Making her feel as though she was monster’ed’!
Every disappointment sent a chill down her spine,
Realisations dawned, leaving her to whine.
Although she was eclipsed by ‘kindest’ of the souls,
They were the sole reason she emitted energy, as black as coal!
Left to herself, to moan, to weep,
Through those dead eyes, was the devil seen.
Astha is a guest author at Soulgasm.
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