I see that girl
She has her head a bit lower than normal
I see that mortal being
Every night when I return back home
I peep from the crack in my black tinted window
I watch her roam on the streets
I see the silhouette of a man behind her
they were always strapped together
But they gave out an uncanny, eeyorish wave
Out in all directions
I could feel her eyes trying to make a connection
The sound of her cutting her integument with a pocket knife
Reverberates on the street all the time
But
Tonight, she wasn’t in sight
I looked for her
But mother said no
I was told to Steer clear from these mortals
They are to be given a wide berth to
My mother was squirrelly
she didn’t want, this phenomena to snatch her daughters mirth
I know what I saw
I remember the reflections of those sounds
When I keep my hand on my hollow white wall
I can feel the vibration touch my nerves going into the heart
I know the heart doesn’t really feel
It just pumps the blood scientifically
I don’t know whether its the brain or the hormones where the wrath takes its birth
I hope this isn’t my imbecility
I just hold onto my door of brass
And that’s when it dawns upon me
I don’t know all this because I haven’t reached that chapter in bio class
I am 14
And yet
can’t impart
I still remember that girls big large eyes
Yearning for help
Pleading for a life
Hoping to eat the burnt food made by her mother
But what could she do when she didnt even remember the face of her foster brother
I lay in my bed
And let it be a “bygone”
But this woebegone being in me mumbled to itself
abreast the thoughts whooshing in my perturbed mind
A part was undisturbed
hoping that her flesh would be one
And not cut into pieces one by one.
~Aamani Sharma
3 Comments
Truly inspiring poems by a young mind. Kudos kiddo 🍻!!
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So true, world is not facts but much more. Love the emotions in the poem.