Desiccating Souls - I Poem by lalhmangaih hauzel

A POEM ON MAUTAAM** FAMINE

They dug their claws in,
At raw flesh, tearing and ripping.
The hands that hold the tender infant.
Now get to cradle the dying skeleton.

Hunger eating up their heart and soul,
And bit by bit their life, their whole.
Destroying everything that's inside.
The will to live has long since died.
Stuck in their private cocooning hell.
And there is no one who can tell;
How they really feel inside their head.
How they wake up every morn filled with dread.
Scared of what the day will bring,
Their mood sat on a giant swing.
Time infinitely stretches on forever,
Apprehension ceasing never.
All the while living in a makeshift reality;
Trying to survive with no sense of morality.

How long can they hold their breath, nothing good's happened yet.
Depression, pain and living in fathomless hell is all they ever get.
Perpetually stuck with this storming depression,
Proceeding in quick succession and aggression.
When being alive for another day loses its meaning and worth,
And the crater of hell they're in is filling with earth.
What of the children, alone when they die?
Or their bodies like fallen and shredded leaves that lie.

What the hell am I supposed to do?
When everyday the day I was born I rue?
To ease the pressure, to ease the pain.
That's inside my head making me insane.
I ask myself these questions everyday,
And for answers, I will get down on my knees and pray!




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