Made An Iron Soul

By Anisha Bhattacharya

I'm calm in the shadows of the monsters under my bed

Nor am I veiled in fright of the villains within my verses.

I don't care about your faded times

Nor do I judge you for your stained acts.

I see what's beneath your rusted abode

That's not something to be left alone.

I see behind your scars and masks

I feel the pain of your healed wounds.

You believe that you are the best liar

But I believe that I'm the best seeker.

I'm not afraid of you, my quiet storm

I'm afraid of the person who made you an iron soul.

When the great men are afraid

They find monsters in the innocent.

They find the hands that embrace only the ignored air

They caramelize their visions into yours.

I know that your darkness is a home you fear

Your worries are a lost reflection.

Isn't a silent tear still a wound, no matter what the weapon?

I want to be the bandage that fixes the broken soul.

I want to wither within the phantom that created

you At the same time, I wanna love his creation

In this hall of fame, you are all I think of

To engrave about the silence of your scattered heart. 

By Anisha Bhattacharya