Friday, 31 May 2013


locked chains; and
closed windows
breathing through a muzzle,
tired, worn out.
Time- lasting for more than it should.
       - prevailing longer i would.
Striking thunders impossible to bear;
shattered glasses wrapped in the desolate wounds.
       ~Loud cries- telling me to go.
Breaching- the unmistakable bullets;
quivering footsteps- the song repeats itself;
taken away, by tears of a pristine heart
bound, by eyes shimmering in the dark.

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