Sylvia reading Sylvia #OctPoWriMo Day-17

I listened closely
To the dreaded static again
Then her chilly voice
Strikes her favourite chord
Of my still nerve
The voice of a sensuous sadist
And next moment it’s banging
On the door
Violent and urgent
I am sitting inside
Scared yet mesmerized
With the pained symphony
Of words and spaces
Sung by a dying nightingale
And I am hiding
Coward and spineless
Too scared to face her
Or to face my own darkness
The rhythm starts burning
Wounded words
Choked cries..
And yet I am hiding
In a corner of my room
Burying me into myself
Cloaked in an invisible cocoon
Poetry was screaming for help
In my head I could see
Bloody marks of her hands
I wait for storm to die
And it does
But I don’t budge
I just sit in a corner
Wrapped in a mental cocoon
Saved by a blood stained door
Executed by a blood stained conscience..


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Written for OctPoWriMo 2018.

Kindly visit my post Warriors Invited To Raise Mental Health Awareness where I am inviting Mental Health Warriors to submit their blog’s address so that we can join hands to control this wildfire.

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