Constant pain shearing through, Heavy, sore; the lids flutter. A sight of no sight; mere darkness, Rest her eyes, she shuts them tight. Banging, ringing, high pitched; A pounding noise, Beating against the drums. Vision stolen, hearing reaped. Filling the mouth, the taste of mud. Or, is it blood? Could be both. Laying senseless, as … Continue reading A questionable freedom | Poem by Samikshya Shukla