The Malevolence

Sacred in the darkness of

Howling wild foxes

I tried hard to hide

From the letching red eyes 

Those penetrate through me

Like a sharp sword of lust

I turned around

Passed lightning sharp

Frowns of rage to

The blatant clowns  

I realized that I was

Just a bloomed flower

Of the barren coppice

Where every blossoms wither

My erected buds

Refused to prone

And I struggle to cover it

With my both arms crossed

Poisoned arrows pierced my heart

That bleeds like a river 

Drained as a bloodless corpse

Faith was cruel like a heartless hunter

That left my soul undead in me

For I will be hurled by the stones of

Sympathetic pitying pathetic faces

That would ache as if

The unhealed bruises get hurt

Turning it in to an infection worsened

I grow mature from adolescent to women

Women to a crone

Bearing the invisible disorders  

Dragging my broken self like

A memorial of devilishness

Life and faith is as brutal as

The hungry predators

Libidinous and obscenic

The vultures will haunt me

Even when I am lifeless

But then I will be free as a

White sparrow uncaged

From the sheer attire

Of seductive trunk

Flying high in the freshness of

Boundless freedom and peace...