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" DEEP- AGGRESSION_ DEPRESSION "


She was standing and searching

Stranded in desert for echoing rattlings

No clue where she was but a hasty desire for returning

Onerous tasks awaits she said, or there will be judgment

One look at her limbs, no pain there are no chains

One look around, no soul to be found with bloodless veins

Spooked from the sight wishing death over life

As her heart shivered with chills shuddering with fright

She heard the rattlings knocking from inside

A parched land inhabited by lingering lonesome

Neither a grotesque tree nor a twig ever blossom

Her steps evaporating in the thick of hot air

A sun which is bleeding hanging from up there

In the silence growing deep and deep grave in the vacant

She heard wheezing of a patient that might die now any second

Tears running down her cheeks as she sat down on her knees

Hammering the ground with forceless blows

She reckoned it's her hope dying and gasping for ease

In the blinding scorching light her wit started twisting

Her gaze narrowed and then widened as she felt fainting

Suddenly a hand held her shoulder with tender

Her eyes awed to see just herself sitting in splendor

Her apparent self trying to pacify her panic

She deemed this senseless relationship quite platonic

She said " All the time I was sinking, you had my hold

But I appreciate deeply how marvelously you've been bold "

Minutes turned to hours her insight fighting her rage

Her mind drowning in guilt unwilling to engage

Her ears turned numb voices grew weak

Her mind nesting something intrigue

Death is peace thus it is what she seek

To this a flood raised in the desert ensnaring her breathe

The leaking wooden floor announced her death

Some dead hopes in the light of day

Some lost sunshine in the light of day

Some walk blind in the light of day

Some live dead in the light of day....

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Taiyaba Rahmatullah

Taiyaba is a medical student with a dreamy soul that nudges her to write.

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