Written by Tavishi Agarwal.

Small thoughts sometimes injure the brain, Creating fragments of pain;
I wonder,

Can such trivial abstractions turn me insane?
As far as I can retain,
The noises, which poured through the walls of my parents’ room were so inhumane,
That even I can’t explain,
But an unwanted childhood I have attained.
In my domain,
Each pitter patter of rain
Tells a story, so dark, so mundane

That I can’t refrain,
But recollect the threads of diabolical evocations that my heart contains.
Through these years,
The memories I have gained,
They Leave behind unswerving stains

For this is all part of a chain.
I try to annihilate the emotions that remain,
But however these thoughts still sustain; I wish these aren’t the last ones that pertain
As my soul leaves its membrane.

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Raw Whispers Magazine, edition 3.

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