Scars resurface when demons awaken
With grief, sorrow, remorse they threaten
Plagued memories make way to the soul
Death remains but the last boon for the bold
Hollow words now whet the times
Sans meaning, they stand divine
God looks, angry once now tired
For souls of men the devil has sired
Tears remain for those who think
Voices are crushed, brought to the brink
Winds from lungs too curb
The brave escape, the servile serve
Held hostage to our own affections we are
The struggle is within, not afar
Desires of a tranquil moment of peace grow faint
To be laid down one final
time we lament
Vishal Gupta
August 21st, 2015
