Saturday, December 17, 2016

The Fear of A Stranger

His scarlet eyes

Scared me flat

The scars of yesterday

Arrayed in front of me

It wasn’t easy to bear

I couldn’t cast off, either.

The pattern of his scarf

Was ingested in my mind

I tried to erase & end

The evil history at work.

His call drops

Was ferocious for my soul

Never righteous thought invaded

In my mind and soul.

I desired to throw the keys of past

Which was deliberately

Trying to demolish my present.

Never ever turn to lies

It will scar your mind

Speak up

Clear your thoughts

To be free

From scary thoughts.

© Ila Varma Dec.2016

Root word- "Scar" & Different words prefixed & suffixed with the root word.

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