Trapped

Thoughts of hate

eRupt from cracks on  my skin

stAins of blood malign your promises

stePs I take into the vacuum you created

grasP the barbed wire to overcome my fall

no onE around to hear me scream your name

trappeD in the abyss of love – the epitaph on my grave.

 

-Vibha

 

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