It was something I never deserved. Probably the work of the the elves had become ugly.
Somehow I had ignored the cruel facts and said the show must go on almost always …but this was unfair beyond limits ……It was a merciless death ….brutal death with a host of witness who turned hostile .The fact they spoke nothing.The very silence of those around aroused the loudest screams within me ….
How dearly I needed a voice ………how dearly …One voice to stand and speak for me …one voice that would save the shameless death of innocence . One voice that would assure that innocence if not respected is atleast not ridiculed …… .I could never imagine God could have allowed that …..I still not believe that …..or don’t want to believe that …Somehow defeats are fine ..but that was the last remnant of self respect , my honor broken into pieces and laughed at . And if He didn’t speak ..shouldn’t I have spoken ….
And I did speak …..A desperate fight for my last bit of honor …..A fight out of desperation , in desperation in a desperate bid to save my honor being dishonored , in front of a partly quiet , partly laughing audience .
Defeat of all innocence, all virginity ...everything that is pure …….and I had to absorb my shrieks within ……they did cry ….too loud at times …and I honored them ..they deserved to be loud ……they were mourning a death ……..
Somehow I had ignored the cruel facts and said the show must go on almost always …but this was unfair beyond limits ……It was a merciless death ….brutal death with a host of witness who turned hostile .The fact they spoke nothing.The very silence of those around aroused the loudest screams within me ….
How dearly I needed a voice ………how dearly …One voice to stand and speak for me …one voice that would save the shameless death of innocence . One voice that would assure that innocence if not respected is atleast not ridiculed …… .I could never imagine God could have allowed that …..I still not believe that …..or don’t want to believe that …Somehow defeats are fine ..but that was the last remnant of self respect , my honor broken into pieces and laughed at . And if He didn’t speak ..shouldn’t I have spoken ….
And I did speak …..A desperate fight for my last bit of honor …..A fight out of desperation , in desperation in a desperate bid to save my honor being dishonored , in front of a partly quiet , partly laughing audience .
Defeat of all innocence, all virginity ...everything that is pure …….and I had to absorb my shrieks within ……they did cry ….too loud at times …and I honored them ..they deserved to be loud ……they were mourning a death ……..
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