My first attempt at writing.Be easy on me folks.It's a bit of both-poetry and prose
It's called Shades of Terror.
It's called Shades of Terror.
Frantically she runs but knows it’s a hopeless struggle,
Hands sweating but feels eerily calm as she sees them approach,
She must not die now, not like this, ever.
A rough looking man grabs her by her hair and she obliges;
She doesn’t want to anger him further.
And then the gun fires and bullets hit her one after the other.
She whimpers in agony,it is too painful to hold it all in.
She hits her knuckles on the ground to stop the throbbing but feels even more of it,
More of them keep coming until she can’t feel them anymore,
As they give her one last triumphant look,
She matches it with one of her own,
For she knows it’s not the end,
For her, yes, but horror has not yet unleashed itself.
She succumbs to her wounds but not before looking at all the shades of terror around her,
Scandalous enough to scar her, but not lethal enough to terrify
Dreams ablaze along with houses and stories unfinished as the bodies start to surrender ;
War has torn apart the country, all that is left of it is a bloodbath
I do not know how deep these bullets cut or how profusely the blood flows.
What I do know, is that shades of terror are scattered everywhere in search for a lost soul,
As these grow darker day by day,
Along with murderous ambitions which rise higher and higher,
And future holds more of this reign of terror, many conspiracies waiting to be hatched.
Till then we all need to dodge some bullets;
Let some penetrate through our soul,
And shamelessly shoot some ourselves
And then maybe, just maybe , you and I might gain some perspective.
I apologise for the random punctuations.Will be edited soon.
Love
Hrishita Naik
