- Books, Literature, and Writing
Into the Void
(This is a poem that revolves around the feelings and emotions of a rape victim. Left with an unborn child in a dingy hospital bed, she recounts her tragic experience. Only when she loses her child too, does she let go of hope at last. There are themes of rape, abortion and general sadness that have been impled, along with unrequited love if you squint)
As vision clears to a jumble of dots,
Disjoint, and floating amidst
The threads of restiveness,
Bordered by vestiges of lost sleep,
I ponder of the unsoiled cot,
The barren walls, the choking mist
Of faux peace, languor and weariness
In a void tinged with bloodstains deep.
As breaths transform to painless sighs,
That heave a sense of oblivion,
I grasp at straws of dead past,
That looms with loss and defeat.
In the heart of misery, on the crest of highs
There’s a face painted of tyranny’s scion
Who I moulded to fit the reverent cast
Naively set in my fancies to repeat.
As skin stings with clarity
A morbid film begins to play,
That mocks the trust, hope and surrender,
Behind my half sealed lids
My own self, I yielded with alacrity
For stolen flashes of charms so fey
They masked your intent, never to hinder
The truth of claims from your lips.
As the taste of bile rises again,
The instant of doom jumps ahead,
A snide reminder of guileless love,
That your eyes were never to discern.
The haze of force, a whiplash of pain
The tattered bits of sanity tread
In my attempt, I strove
While wilting with passion’s final burn.
As the clang of bottles resound,
I gulp down salty streams,
And run a shaky palm down the womb
That lies flat, chillingly bare.
I laugh, bitter and astounded
For a life lost pining in echoes of screams,
For my self turned to a breathing tomb
Bereft, at last, I let fleeing hopes clear.
As the scalpel digs deeper still,
An abyss of numb engulfs my mind,
Maybe I’ve lost to life,
Maybe I’ve succumbed to fate.
Given another birth, I’d learn to kill
My fluttering heart’s desire in kind
To be trumped by love sans strife,
To exude a stance of only hate.