Arm Chair

Struggling Nights

I was sitting on a chair

With a mind full of despair
Surrounded by the blood flares

Death all around with no one to share
Except for an image;

The image of a gruesome prayer!

Too numb to shriek,Too hard to breath
It was yet another demon's lair!
A growl of hopelessness was in the air

Voices of children crying and scared
Rolling agony with poisonous glare

With a dead and masochistic stare
It was standing in front; like a nightmare!

I closed my eyes to accept the blare

But Just when Soul was about to tear
Voices vanished with brain bare

It was just another usual night
I spent in my armchair!

Reviews

[Alice]

Wow that was stunning. Very flowing and everything fit perfectly ! That was a splendid read I really loved it

[Ammar Ali]

Thank you so much for your kind words ! :)