RedPaper.in – Poetry
By: Mercy Sangma | Guest Writer | RedPaper.in
A heart of emotions unexpressed
I speak but my voice echoes in the hollow pursuit
What I do for a living
Ironically killing me
Mental scar shows no scab
Would defeat of dominion soothe my wound?
They don’t speak for us
They don’t save us
Looking unto the oblivion
Drowning in my own blood and sweat
The house, the garden
No happiness no salvation
Silent end is my choice of respite
Final curtain my escape
No surprises no alarms
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