MURDER

 Strength and courage oozing out

Like warm blood

From a raw wound

That could be a torn heart

And melancholy setting in

Like so many gnats

Eating away at the muscle

Of life

And liberty.

The pain is crucifying

Like a knife slicing sinew

As the happiness dries

And hope clots

Leaving an ugly scar

In the tender fibre

Of what could be

The life

Of a dream.

~Aekta~

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