Volume 10 Issue 7 July, 2019
I encroach upon you, like an unwelcomed visitor,
Seemingly harmless, as silent as a predator.
Small whisperings of uncertainty,
A Lilliputian masquerading its enormity.
It grows, slowly, so as not to alarm you,
Like a debt piling, it accrues.
Till all you hear is the noise of despair,
If only you could wake up from this nightmare.
With nowhere to run and no place to hide,
A void weakening you, from the inside.
With no one to hear your silent screams,
And no one to stitch your torn seams,
You take matter into your own hands,
There’s only so much a human soul can withstand.
And that’s when I win,
When you draw a crimson across your skin.
As the noose tightens and your hands go numb,
I’ll be in the shadows, waiting for you to succumb.
If only someone would have paid heed,
You wouldn’t be lying here, with the silence of a plea
AARUSHI RAINA
9th Term MBBS Student,
Bangalore Medical College and Research Institute
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