A Place to Run? Or A Place to Hide?
Screams of heart,
Pricks of needle.
Shivers of the Cadaver,
Breaking of thunder!
How can't I wonder?
Lying crushed on the land of tormentors.
Little did they realize,
How hard they made me cry.
The moment I asked,
Is there a place to run?
Or a place to hide?
A pair of sight,
Staring deep, dark into my eyes.
An unspoken question reclined:
"Why are you still alive?
Why didn't you die?"
Lightning struck up high,
Leaving my undescribed condition behind.
Quivering digits seized the pen tight.
Praying and begging, I asked:
Is there a place to run?
Or a place to hide?
A question came to my mind,
How shall I write when-
Feet remained immobilized,
Lips left paralyzed,
Tears dropping, symbolized,
The horrified ache of angina
Whispered a final byeee!
May now you tranquil,
May now you alleviate,
Since I reached that place
Where none can penetrate.
It's known as Paradise,
Completely different from my mind's eyes.
Is it the place to run?
Or a place to hide?
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