Lost Childhood

by Hirra Sultan

Lost Childhood

I slept

For a while

Till I was calm

 

But upon waking up

My mind replayed it

Over and over again

 

I was tired of thinking:

Living the pain

Over and again!

 

Yet the pain wouldn’t dull

And the words

Would still sting sharp

 

My eyes swollen…

It was the worst

A storm could get

 

And it poured

Poured

And poured…

 

But

Nobody could see

An end

 

And it killed me

Over again:

That pain of a lost childhood!

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