Torture Poem by Sweta Leena Panda

No change in my life
It's just that there are more people,
the old & new faces have appeared,
real, imaginary, temporary, and none,
sometimes I want to ask god
Forgive me as my soul does have
but this bitter world
gets even darker
make me stronger

That nothing can make me cry
I can walk through life alone
on a long distant, wayward road…
I travel down a darkened path
where tear is my sweetest friend
and
See my peace as broken glass,
still I am fearless,
and
I never ask for help
The story's told within my eyes,
my lips, they long to form a smile
my heart wants to rejoice
However mind Says I'll have NO LIGHT!
Sometimes, Somewhere I find light,
I'll march on ahead that place,
Weeping is the melody
of a damaged soul like mine
Because I m tired of feeling this way
Wasting my breath
Like someone pushing me to the death
In the end
As my eyes start drying
I will not listen to you anymore
Because I m tired of crying
I want to tell my story
To say that I'm a tortured soul
With nothing left to show.
As I'm tortured
And I'm weary,
I'm damaged,
And I'm battered,
My soul may be torn,
My peace may be shattered,
My burdens may be heavy
And I…
I'll have to crawl
because I have to get the light
Make my life lighted further