Eyes , possessing the darkness like a charcoal,

Pure and deep ,

Faraway from the pain of muffled screams..

Plastered cold smiles and endurable pain are the glimpses she stole ,

Dark patches under the fragile eyes due to the battles that shed blood,

Brain, full of thoughts that have curled

Transformed into a black and white world ;

Neck bones broken due to craning into other's work

Happy smiles lost in agonized murk..

She sits by the window ,

Protected behind the glass screen,

As the black world growls in hunger,

To consume the last pure soul ,

Wish ,it could be a cliffhanger ,

But,it isn't. .

It is so predictable ,

As her strong hope is now beginning to tremble..

Because their red eyes have already scratched a crack on the glass,

She failed , she couldn't change the crass ,

But now the glass will break,

And crimson red will begin to shed ,

And her eyes possessing the color of the charcoal will transform to red.

- lipsha 🌷

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Hey guys,

I know..this isn't a short poem. .but now a days writing long dark poems has caught my attention. .so my other poems will mostly possess some kind of darkness in them ...I hope you guys are okay with it !
Vote and comment if you like❤

-Lipsha🌷