Trauma

a poem by Anjani George, India

She raves and rants her eyes ablaze
Fire she spits like the dusky she-dragon
Trembling with rage, she swears and curses
Her words as sharp as the butcher’s knife
Each word resounding criticism
Every gesture just to ridicule
Self, she tortures and with pain she writhes
Neither a moment to idle nor a minute of rest
The suffering of a poor tormented soul surfaces
Desperately clinging to the last ray of hope
The fear of what is to become weighs heavy
The unrest of a disturbed mind, incomprehensive

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