Whits of Her Soul

This inquisitive fellow here serves an inclination towards reading, writing, exploring new things and much more....

Words tumbled down her lips

Tears trickled down her cheeks

Avalanche of emotions gushing through her veins

Smashed her, whittled her from within

Summoning up every ounce of strength

She bestirred herself, she woke up again

Striving, tendering herself with morsels of consolation

To tame the very bedlam within that soul so quiversome

The unlucky wight had encountered anew

A web of deceit and treachery hazing what was true

These eyes have witnessed those tottering steps

Trembling body, sushed squeals and yelps

Attiring herself with colossal of strength

She still treads, still tries to skip the fence

Well, the poem will still continue

Whether the life be mirthful or miserably blue....