My Guardian Devil Poem by iqra hassan

My guardian Devil…


They are all here to scare me..
That man you see?
He keeps roaming in my house,
With filthy unco look in his eyes,
And so gelid a disposition,
That I turn wintery all over!
Every layer on my incarnate,
My skin, my soul to the core..
Trembles, shivers, quivers!
Of an unknown fear..
Everytime he looks at me,
My insides burn with the urge to die!
Some "livings" are but "dying" again and again..
His hate draped words make me curse my hearing,
Seeing him, I condemn my sight thousand times!
My body is haunted by his dirty shadow,
I cannot dare dream, for he will peep in,
Scared to breathe, for he will,
Take away all the air, still wont let me die..
Those who are molested by their own blood,
Have no home but walls guarding a wreckage..
Where to seek abode if your own home,
Turns as dreadful as the cries of a werewolf..
Where to seek refuge when guardians turn invaders..
Fear is turning my veins blue,
To my eyes, everything is red with blood,
Sitting in the corner of my room transfixed,
I am more lifeless then the picture on the wall..
Stratum upon stratum of fear on my torso,
Every masculine voice turns me to an icicle,
They all scare me now..
Oh he is back, where do I hide?
Its time for my haunted soul to die again..
IQRA.