Prisoners of Soul

Withered, Shriveled, Scattered Lifeless Soul 

Wandering across a fallow shore

Oh, Lord! What can quench this prolonged thirst?

Those eyes constantly nudging her wounds,

Oh heck, it bleeds again!

Who will heal this pinching pain?

Tore apart a bit,

With lust and greed, sham & creed,

The demonic eyes pierced her rags,

God, that fire burnt her pride, Hell! What a shameful deed!!

Writhing & moaning the infinite grief,

Neath the blanket of silence, lies a thumping soulless heart

Darkness can’t be her destiny,

After all, she was a beautiful soul,

Who just bloom out of that divine cocoon?

Wandering here and there, trying to spread her wings,

Why thou chopped her tiny wings?

Brutally so much, why?

Creeping on the earth like worms,

Bare body bare soul,

No shame no fear,

No loss to gear,

Her soul is withering, scattering, shriveling

Drops and drops splattered far and wide,

Her fortune decreed in red,

She is mortified.........