Scare

By Henoga Sanesh Ariyamal

Bullets, swords, stones and nails

Have pierced through my skin.

I’m a warrior bleeding in the

Battlefield or I would say in my life.

I’m a warrior for sure I can say

But more than that am tired of the 

Battle I’ve been through a phase of 

My life that needs to be burned and buried deep beneath. 

Bullets, swords, stones and nails

Pierced through my heart, are those your

Words or actions, I don’t know why

My heart still holds on to you.

I’m well filled with love am ready

To give and you ready to take.

I gave and you took, the well wasn’t 

Refilled and you left me empty.

By Henoga Sanesh Ariyamal