Murdered/Raped – I am Dead
And I cry with a word of pain,
Grabbing me and tearing me.
Why? Why anybody would do that?
Am I not a body of flesh and warmth?
I am resting in peace is what they think,
No I’m not at peace, I am not sleeping.
Where is justice that was promised?
Is it mere a fiction? Or was just a lie?
I deserved to live and live happily
Why? Why did this happen to me?
I won’t grow old with pain,
Growing is not an option anymore.
Dead like a log,
I’m just another piece of a cloth.
Where is justice that was promised?
Is it mere a fiction? Or was just a lie?
© Akhand Singh, 2012 © An Empty Glass, 2012
Akhand Singh 
Wow, very deep and intriguing. Thanks for sharing.
thanks Prinze 🙂
Amazing.. So deep..
the sense of pain and restlessness reflects in each word!
Thanks, just been really carved and traced with the recent events.
trying to express what might be on the mind of people who are dead.
this is really a great work….. I can feel the pain in every word…..