March 8, 2013

SHE


It was dark and damp
Not a soul was around
The streets were empty
And there was no sound
The tiny steps were hurried
Searching for a reprieve
Peeking into every nook
Every corner was visited
The tiny hands joined
Held together to pray
The small voice pleaded
But was unheard
The silence was loud
With the ragged breathing
The fear was escalating
She could see no out
The shadows were dancing
Crowding all around
Fear was setting in
The dread was too
There was no wind
The air was sucked out 
Clouds closed in
A vault she was locked in
Her voice was gone
The screams were unheard
The pleas were ignored
Hurt it did
The pain was too much
Tears were flowing
No meaning left in them
She was left alone
A writhing mess
She was looked upon
No sympathy in the eyes
The lights danced now
A dance of fervour
Frenzy set in then
She laughed at them
Showed no weakness
Stood tall and walked
Strength in her strut
She ignored the whispers
Ignored the looks
She talked then
Let out all the truth
Called on justice
And punishment too
Her life was an aim now
Closure she needed
Wanted justice served
She was power
She was dignity
She lived and loved
She did not die
She survived 

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