Whispers Of Sorrow Poem by Spriha Roy

Staring at her, as if she is the devil,
But she is nothing compared to the real evil.
The evil, which drowned her,
In the sea of a bloody massacre.

Looking up for some light,
She understood it was her fight.
But she whimpers all the time,
Trying to hide the pain, as if it were a crime.

Years pass,
And only her loneliness lasts.
The ache starts to spread,
Turning the vision bloody red.

On the verge of breaking down,
She looks up with a frown.
An entity keeps calling her,
For something mere.

It was death's hand, that she accepted,
To escape from a world where nothing is oriented.
Finally she could rest,
Sleep for eternity without her protective vest