Feb 20, 2019-
You pretend to not exist,
Yet, you manifest to people and to yourself,
To persuade people and betray yourself.
For your soul is cold and breathless,
Lying beneath, imprisoned by fear,
Worried about getting your soul conquered,
On the walk of candour,
Dancing undraped, singing aloud.
And the fear, sits on your soul,
Stabs with a knife repeatedly,
But your soul is bold and valiant,
Trying to escape, flee from its cage,
To wander free and naked.
Your soul, like a drowning man,
Screams loud enough for you,
To listen and give a hand to pull it out,
But you turn a blind eye,
Left to weep out of pain,
Caged by fear, mauled to death.
Pandey is a Plus Two student at Trinity International College
Published: 20-02-2019 10:09