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I let my mind to wander,

But then I saw her burn,

Full of rage and furry,

My stomach began to churn,

Thoughts flowed in my mind,

As my body began to shiver,

Sweat, dripping all my face,

OH! I started to quiver.

I tried to divert my sight,

And I let out a sigh,

But I could see her smirk,

From the corner of my eye.

I tried to run away,

Breathing heavily,

As she came near me,

My body felt tingly.

As she entered into my soul,

Taking my happy memories away,

Whispering my fears into my ears,

She took my breath away.

I started to grasp for air,

As I fell into the chair,

 but when I opened my eyes,

She was not there.

I know she will be back,

As she does every day,

‘FEAR’ is her name,

While being accused,

She wants to stand up for herself,

She wants to prove them wrong,

She wants to reveal the truth,

But all that comes from her mouth,

Is nothing but silence...

While being compared,

She wants to show her ability,

She wants to prove, she’s different,

She wants to say she is unique,

But all that comes from her mouth,

Is nothing but silence…

While being criticized,

She wants to show what she sees,

She wants to say that she can comprehend,

Far more than what they do,

Still nothing but silence…

Some call her stone hearted,

Some call her ignorant,

If only they could realize,

 Deep inside her heart, lies the pain,

Sorrow and innocence,

 The reasons for her silence…

Not a soul to be seen,

Not a sound to be heard,

A few ruins here and there,

And the harsh wind roared.

Many years back or centuries ago,

When the world was colorful and sweet rivers flowed,

When people lived happily and worked together,

And the nights were silent as the stars glowed.

And then the world was attacked,

With greed and arrogance,       

And started the wars for land and rule,

The effect was deep and dense.

Trees were cut, places destroyed,

For peace and mercy, people cried,

But greed took over and ruled the world,

That’s how everything ended and dried.

Not all were evil, not all were rude,

There were still good hearts, but only a few,

They all went, one by one,

A room with no doors or windows,

I shouted at the walls who beared it,

That’s why the walls have printed stories,

That I can’t tell…

In a book with no words,

I scribbled on papers who beared it,

And that’s why the pages speak lines,

That I can’t tell…

In a phone with no feelings,

I listened to music through it who beared it,

And that’s why it plays songs,

That I can’t tell…

In a life with darkness and light,

I talked to GOD who bore it,

And that’s why they know things,