India- A free verse Part 1 by Twillers, literature
Literature
India- A free verse Part 1
Part 1
Running through unknown streets,
Someone follows me.
Stuck in a corset,
I can't breathe.
Here he comes chasing me,
Wanting me badly.
I don't understand,
But it makes me want to flee.
Suddenly a vision,
Dark and deadly comes to me.
I black out but am yet awake.
All of this happening in India.
Bazaars and crowded merchant tents,
My mother leading the way.
Someone follows her,
Cloaked in blackness.
Suddenly she turns,
They strike,
Leaving her to die.
Gasping for breath I'm all right,
And try to find her.
I'm too late,
I can't even apologize.
She's dead;
I scream.
It's all my fault,
And my tears flow freely.
I didn't see Ann at dinner or afterward in the Great Hall. I wandered up to our room early to try to find her. As I got closer to our room, I heard singing. A soft, shy voice. But still, I recognized it. I pressed my ear to the door, listening to her sing. This was no magic, she was singing with her heart. She ended her song and I heard the bed creak. I could hear a soft muffled sobbing. My hand was on the doorknob, I could've entered. But no, I left, my footfalls soft as snowfall. I ran to the East Wing, I pushed open the warped door. I lit a candle. Ann's song had touched me. It had been about dreams. The dreams you wish for, and the one's