Deeds Done
- Mahrukh Qasim

- Feb 27, 2022
- 1 min read
Tread softly sayst thou my friend?
Misinterpret whatever I may intend.
Hurled headlong with doubt,
Never heard thee my heart’s shout.
My only fault that I couldn’t hide,
With thee I dared to confide.
Never could thee trust me once,
Tossed me in darkness I couldn’t backwards bounce.
Caught in this dungeon,
My soul under question.
Slowly poisoned to death,
Every breath.
Thou hast been a murderer,
Comparing me to a stalker
Filial affection
Tossed thee with rejection
Body dissolving in chemical of shame,
Yet could never take thy name
For thou hast been just a shadow
somehow hurt me with an arrow
Without an evil intent
Life’s spent
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