A girl became a tale of festering scars written on my subconscious skin
But the title of her name I couldn't memorise because of her convoluted spelling
And every of its chapters I read,as imitation to the murmurings of a tight-lipped wind
At dawn,when the sun wears brownish frown of horrifying glows
Scaring away the stars in my eyes into swampy holes of tears
As every of its gloomy lines keep conversing cold words of anguish into my pounding heart
In my lonely space where I'm left with a shredded blanket of pity
Too old to shield me from her painful ordeal... every time the night cowers around gripping arms of darkness
Like we share same bed of thorny spreadsheet
Because every time I try to wear the body of her gloom to sleep
I always see myself twisting & turning throughout the night
Aiming aimlessly to force a wink
with turbulent storms raging in my head
While I slip & not sleep,into miles away from the shadow of my sanity
Crawling out of a butchered nightmare into a dream bleeding rampaging shivers...all across my bones like my body has become a wavy sea of fright
Her body is another bloody metropolis blasted into contagious chaos with heavy shots from her terrorised soul
spreading rioting fury
Towards her huddled peace stampeded by unseen forces wearing jackboots of silences
Heavily armed with serrated emotions carved into blunt but rough edges
Cuting her voices into thunderous echoes, with penetrating range largely weak to leave her parted lips
A child of the world she was to wars with barricading walls,residing in ghostly city full of cold-blooded elbow rooms
As if these expressions are indisposed and are dying slowly in her throat...
Her image is the black reflections of humanity's battered pride
With bruises running in parallel lines to healing balms... wrongly misapplied
Like days and nights segregated by their respective complexions of brightness & darkness... symbolising racism of nature
This girl is shadowy enclaves of undead walking corpses
Crumbling into tragic debris of a broken hearth with open roof of despicable horror
While her soil is scattered with dusty ashes of falling breaths
Choked to death by plume of toxic smokes
She's a terrifying book of illuminated darkness
She's Maiduguri, she's Yemen, she's Syria, she's Allepo
& other cities of hell,whose unending strifes is written as black pages of rampaging wars.
©zeeman0
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