Caught in his cell,
he thought
of that long ago hell.
What could have been but was not...
In every tear,
a mother's fear,
in every touch
a father's clutch...
A flash of steel
a headless corpse
a cry of fear
from a hunted deer...
The butcher fled
as his mother bled
convicted of murder
his broken will had to surrender...
The silence was deafening
he thought he was dreaming
but then realised
inside his head, a boy was still screaming...
2 comments:
dark, very dark... good to see dark clouds in the way of sunshine :)
Vinayak..yaar
Dark theme yes. I have gotten used to an overload of gothic/emo this week...you're the first boy to be meandering this way though..Good attempt..Weak at places, but good structure overall
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