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Wars in shape of a girl

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.
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