A Helpless Soul
Pic Credit: Google images Peeped through the half-sealed eye lids, At those wore a sorry face in gloom. A murky canvas smeared in dark shades, Of all kinds, stood still though. Soul seen panting yet calm, Refusing to concede its defeat in haste. Yelled at all stood around in shrieks of pity, Trying to prove its exit ‘too soon’. ‘In haste’, the soul blabbered yet futile, Wrapped in the episodes of defeats and shame, Crimson wounds that spilled gore in haste, Coloured the vultures’ claws that torn her tender flesh. Ripped apart by the lashes of slurs and shouts, Of those reckless rogues who unwrapped her, While laying her bare before the craving vultures. She wasn’t a failure, but failed the crowd, Who craved for her...