A time to settle, a time to score,

a time for fragility, a time to explore,

So many options, so little circumstance,

Bound in a maze of eternal damnation

Seized and gripped and tortured,

a calling for help, but no reply, a sense of hope

Stomped dry, a nostalgia but no one to share

A beckoning for more, more torment to bear

A cry for a miracle, a desire under fold

A miniscule detail, with repercussions untold

A fight for survival, and not to decay

A worn out enemy, of time’s dismay

A shredded thought, of truth unheard

A violent obstacle, with faith afeard

A spiral of death, touched by the spice of life

A dastardly deed, with unending strife

A buried disaster, just waiting to unfold

A burning wound, itching to be mould

The deep trenches of love, with barbed wire    

 In swamp of sacrifice, with circumstances dire

An everlasting soul, with a secret spirit

An angelic heart, sans evil-fear it.

~Ayesha Prasad~

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