The Deadly Extracts Of Pasts... Poem by Ankita Nishad

Mourning to death of my inner self I lay,
The tears terrifying my past till today,
Valorous once stood and beseeched all the aches,
A desire to die, is sometimes, all it takes!

Acception of defeat and suppression of fury,
The potent instruments to vanquish the victory,
Lay peculiar to me, my strength that tears are,
The mythic felicity to the world lay ajar.

I recollect and gather up cause there's nothing left to mourn,
Except a carcass to carcass around every carcass sown,
The deadly extracts of past resurrect again and again,
Euthanizing thy woes against my own is in every way sane.

I, today expose my palm to release all the sorrows endured,
And then again close it down to imbibe all the lessons procured,
Cry my heart out, one last time, for the loss of that wasn't ever mine,
But, then emerge like a rock that takes hammer, to shatter and then to be divine.