When Night Had No Mercy
When Night Had No Mercy
I walked alone, dusk held the air,
A fork ahead—school light there,
And on the right, a shadowed wall,
Where silence hummed the siren's call.
Then feet—too many—closed around,
A hand, too rough, too fast, no sound.
My mouth was sealed, the sky went black,
They dragged me down, no turning back.
A van—its door, a waiting tomb,
They flung me in—a shifting room.
Blindfolded, breath against the floor,
Their boots—my blanket, pain and more.
The engine screamed, the night took flight,
My name dissolved into the night.
A hunted pulse beneath their heel,
No law, no face, just iron and steel.
I wake with sweat, the dream still burns,
As if the van forever turns.
No trial, no voice, no morning sun—
A terror time that’s never done.
Copyright © Susantha Herath | Year Posted 2025
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