Your Devil, His Angel


I Scream in Torment,
they look but pay attention- not.
I Cry in Staggering Pain,
curious eyes they stare but pay attention- not.
Sympathy, maybe.
But even it do not show up.
Argue and Curse
dominated hollowed halls.
It couldn’t be.
It mustn’t be
It shouldn’t be.
Predicting verdicts
Based on their own scale of Judgment.
Sirs and Madams held our hand
acting unbelievably kind
with no option left.
I Break,
and Lost,
and Wept,
but Who can blame Nobody?
When the Loved inside
One of those Scary rooms
was taken care
either by your Devil
or His Angel.

– Danica Aquino


Photo courtesy: photographer: adesigna


Author: Danica Aquino

Tied the knot with performing arts since fourth grade; is an amateur writer (currently on her quest to writing her first novel); book and animal lover; always entranced by nature.

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