The night drapes the sky enrobed in stars
The cool seems to calm my throbbing scars
Silence has taken rule, making speech its slave
Tears have become my language, nothing to save.
Scathing hands approach me, breaking my soul to pieces
The night conceals muffled screams, shock and embraces
Pain does not course through my veins, for I am now numb
Memory has faded, who I am or where I’m from
The shadows cling to me, cold and dark
My skin on fire, naked and stark
His demons now pleased, his demons satisfied
All I am is a boost to his pride
For he does not think of me, everything he marred
He doesn’t care what he tore, or how he scarred
Will there be a morning to this endless night?
Or should I lose all hope and stop imagining light?
Ananya.N.S ©
Ananya Nidamangala Srinivasa 