Scarred Bodies | Poem

How long you take to see my wounds,

Haven’t you heard the scream of deaths,

On your ways of mystical sickness.

I can’t be well to see the world I loved,

Will you still tell me what I’ve done?

Nothing resides beneath my soul,

Darkness you fear to leash upon the world,

Has taken my heart because I stole your thoughts.

I await your submission, Deathra,

These poems may cure your intimidation.

The well on the world’s end,

Speaks of survival of this doom.

©Suraj Jangid

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