They ought not to have thought
bout’ me being the one,
to hold gravity’s grip
portent of a coming twist.
It’s not about haste but chaste,
for which I chose to live fighting fate.
I was abused, I was raped;
my eyes silently cried.
Those demons took a free ride
while I was dying on a road side.
I kept breathing with all my might,
hoping to witness their pleading sight
when found guilty for their soulless act
and sentenced to the Satan’s wrath.
Alas!!! I was wrong.
Justice chose not to hear my song.
“You are nothing but a road kill”
Mocked the voice inside my head.