By: Neelam Singh

Laughter stings my soul
Hope shrunk
If someone could eavesdrop my heart
Bitter sweet memories remain
Lost in the wilderness
Where the wild thing are
I often wonder
What is this thing called life
Darkness, blood and pain
Fear, where is my gain?
Today I dared walk away
Set myself free by me
Victorious and triumphant
Head held high
I walk away
And you thought I would die…