The scars on her skin told a story
One she never wanted to recite
Hiding them with the layers of pretence
Which too was powerless as her will
Mistress of her prowess
Unaware that he saw right through her facade
Playing his cards like an Ace
She still stood tall to protect her pup
Fighting the rejection of her mate
The tremors of fear hearing his footsteps
Gave her a nauseating feeling
As she ran to throw up everything
Heaving a sigh followed by a hiccup
Of the foreseeing sob that left her mouth
Sinking in her sorrows, getting engulfed
In the darkness that consumed her
Away from the demons that haunted her
In the light
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Silent Cries Of The Night
PoetryIt's a collection of few poems that I've written . The story book cover picture I took from Pinterest. Readers are welcome to share their thoughts and ideas.
