Bruised [By Po3tiQue]

*_BRUISED_*

Threaded this path,with fear and doubt

With skepticism that my courage sieves
I passed the land where dark thoughts dwell

I walked with my eyes, my legs and ears
That secure my back: if sounds are close
as I envelop myself in white-gowned fright

My heart opted to leave my throat
After realising I was being followed by a lout
My legs were heavy, in fear I grope
I thought of screaming yet couldn't shout

Birds couldn't fly when I was laid in pains
I counted grieves in that broken night
My bruised future served me a plate of fear
As I feed my doubt With husk and gout
I moan in pains as he pierced my soul

My
sorrows
Now
Morsels
Used to satisfy
Someone's urge

*_©Po3tiQue_*