Buried Bent

Buried Bent

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Gathering all the pieces torn
Each night a writer is born
Tongue tied by her wildest scream
Each night she has a new dream
Ever so perfect was her faith
In her inner demon's saith
Hiding her own real feature
She could never outrage her true nature
Drifting her way to the daily chores
She suppresses the million thoughts that she stores
The day she will find her heavenly peace
Will be when she commands the ruthless noises to cease
The day she will overcome this strife
Will be when she writes her own life

- Shweta Motavar