Trapped in circles,
My life crawls.
I wait for shower,
Nothing falls.
I look down from the window,
That creaks and whines,
Copying my sour spirit
That no human divines.
I'm a scapegoat;
I'm a pariah;
I'll be used
Till I'm set afire.
The snakes in this evil room
Bite me each night.
I suffer in the dark,
I weep in the light.
There is a riot in my mind;
I'm torn within.
Is there someone somewhere,
Who desires me, not my skin?
Is there no place out there
That I can call mine?
A place with hope and faith,
Love and sunshine?
A place sans these wicked eyes
And prying hands,
That blighted many an evening
On the screaming stands.
I swallow my pride,
And crumple on the floor,
I let the tears fall
On the verse that runs, trite and sore.
My world has no cupid,
My world has no prince;
It’s laced with lust
And beasts with vexing grins.
How do I cheat my destiny?
How do I play smart?
My soul seems lost.
Can I make a new start?
They rumble like maniacs,
Downstairs, by the door.
An arrow of horror,
Pierces deep within my core.
Their laughter fused with desire,
Haunts me like a passion.
I can so easily die, yet I’ll live,
For the hope of redemption.
I know there is a life for me
That will have love and honor.
A paradise where the cupid will play
And I’ll tinkle with laughter.
Where I will smile with the sun
And sing to the moonbeams,
Where I'll be a li’l girl once more
And live my dreams.
Copyright © 2012 Vaishali Jain
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