Anjali Karna

Soul that cried

Beyond life, a thousand death it died.

Witnessing millions of fragments of light,

Darkness in its core stayed bright.


I was the last of the stars,

Demons in me were leaving scars.

Painfully so tragic and apart,

The soul was fighting a self-war.


Draining every ounce of gut,

Fighting through the fate of luck.

The blood-sucking monster stuck,

Within laid the hellfire tucked.


Existed between heaven and hell,

Screamed freedom from where pain does dwell.

Lost sense of what’s real and well,

Questioning the inky mystery and failed.


Drop-dead silence in every action,

Inner I knew the loudness and reaction.

Then I questioned the bruised creation,

Did the devil even need protection?