By JessyKen:

Her cries echoed aloud in the still of the night

A cry of pain

A cry that will never cease to flow

For as long as her heart is wounded,

And bitterness still lingers inside,

It will always remain a part of her

If only she knew what laid in wait

If only she knew…

But like they say;

One can’t really tell what’s going to happen next

Even if he tries

No one could have guessed…

No one!

If only she could turn back the hands of time,

And make everything right again…

Evil like they say

Never reveals itself

It’s always concealed,

And rather lurks in the shadows Like some petty coward!

Once the sun goes down,

And the moon takes its peak,

It slowly crawls out,

Hence begetting the dark,

And impregnating the silent tranquil scene thus

There, evil lurks

Out on the streets,

Trudging footsteps can be heard,

And masked figures seen,

Hovering on every corners,

Lying in wait for their prey

To wander out in the dark, cold night

Alas, she walks,

With body badly bruised,

And face swollen in a puff,

The tattered skinny figure walks down Triton lane

Arms crossed,

And sadness imprinted in her almond sunken eyes,

She plods;

With her haggard looks shimmering in the light,

And the tears in her eyes glistening

Yet, they didn’t care

Their eyes shone with lust,

And they readied themselves,

Encircling her

Each brutally taking turns,

Stripping her off the one thing she cherished most

Her pride,

Her innocence,

Her comfort!

All gone in the twinkle of an eye

She had nothing left

Nothing at all!

OH, what a selfish and wicked world we live in!

How shall the heartless pay?


I doubt this evil that has befallen the world will ever pass

I doubt it will!

Now it’s time I joined my creator,

And rest perfectly in his bosom.


A student of the popular Nnamdi Azikiwe university. A Human Anatomy stud—and a passionate writer, with the hope of one day making the world a better place.
~Authoress Ciara

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