Stigma And Still | Poem

When you bath me with people’s blood,

Didn’t see my scars I inflicted upon,

You stayed till you relieve of your pains,

I doubt now,

You ever meant to stay.

When you raced through time to know,

What’s in the night’s dream home?

You brushed knifes over pain’s painting,

I doubt now,

You ever meant to stay.

When I slept for years in death,

You came to see what’s left of wounds,

There I stood naked,

I doubt now,

You ever meant to stay.

I crave you, Deathra,

What life I survive in the world,

Each morning, I’m waiting,

I doubt now of Queen,

You ever meant to stay.

©Suraj Jangid

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