Haunted,
I run
seeking an escape.
Haunted,
I turn around,
to stare into faces that are my own.
Haunted,
I wish to break free
and find an escape.
Haunted,
I break against,
the Iron bars of my cage.
Haunted,
I cry,
I bleed....
Beaten,
again by chains of love,
I give up in the end,
to lie again,
in the pool of my tears.
.
.
..
.
Haunted..
I shall rise again,
to seek my escape.
4 comments:
Beautiful meeta :)
@Surubhi thank u :-)
i love the way you ended this one! the volta, or the turning point is right at the end, the hope. very nicely done :)
@baavri Thanku...& yeah the end is the vortex..a statement of hope & despair..stronger than the expression through out the rest of the poem.
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