In the mid of dawn
When half of the world faints to sleep
Neither a trip nor a screech could be heard
And the whole universe had died in silence
Suddenly there came a voice
Screeching out through the walls
Crying louder than ever
Filled with disgust
And high on the scales of hatred
No intentions to blame anyone
For she was cursing herself
The reason of her pain was known to none
But the foundation was laid by everyone
Words clinged to her heart
Spoken by the mouth
Repeated in her mind
Made her cry louder than ever
Almost breaking the throat
But the world to her was dead
No influence on anyone
Each one minded their work
Just like a flying bird
For yet again
Her voice was not HEARD...
YOU ARE READING
SHE~
PoetrySHE..A girl. Could be u. Her emotions..are in whiplash. She is not weak rather runs deep as an ocean. She is a book of secrets u don't wanna open..cause she can be a savage as well as a salvage. Experience..her emotions.. through this poetry.
