Lancinating the fragments of life
Childhood horrors of bruises and lacerations..
Innocent eyes capturing images of brutal strife..
Grappling the distorted routes of right and wrong..
A maze, a web of dysfunctional paths
A prized possession yet for none to belong ..
Days of sombre silence gathered and rusted..
Hiding in the corner from the ugly reality..
Air filled with seething anger and hatred
They stayed aloof in their cold lonely islands
and years passed in idle lamentations..
Child's tears flowed, none to save those precious diamonds..
Youth created imaginary characters of solace..
Growing more and more within..
Wandering,pondering futile and aimless..
Walking miles and several years away
At peace with the past now..
No more pain, future,just a blissful sleep away