my world has been trampled upon
so ruthless…
so careless
soul defiled
conscience profaned
marks still show…
against the pristine beauty
of the immaculate snow
bleeding wounds
bruises fresh
blare like a trumpet
of a victory…
so unjust
indignity of offence
insignificance of existence
brutality oblivious
to a defeat..
so ignominious
it Hurts !it Hurts!
innocence innate
values inveterate
so much is lost…
never to be regained.
A face scarred
identity lost
nothing remains…
the looks so cruelly marred
time an evil ogre
scoops deftly
another victim falls prey
just as my heart bleeds
and my head consoles…