Stalking Memories - Poem by Hither Kusum
Dagger in your hand, fire in every words,
Hit by your fist or hit by your words,
Words hurt more like a dagger than your fist.
Laced in venom they robbed my dignity,
Like a feudal they stand tall, pushed my body and pulled my thoughts,
Made me naked in thoughts and memories,
Now memories chase me like that stalker.
Discarded by happiness, married to despondency,
I aborted dreams whenever stalked by that stalker.
He who chases me in the dark, unrobed me through his eyes,
Like a warrior I sleep with a dagger in my hand,
To celebrate his death in my arms.
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