Victim

I loved him very much. I trusted him. He used that as bait.

I went to where he told me to come. The place was deserted. He jumped me from behind.

He outraged my modesty that day. I was an innocent victim.

He killed me. I became the judge. I sentenced my father to death.

There is a story for Thursday Tales before this post. Please do read that too.

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

  

54 thoughts on “Victim

  1. @Ramesh,yes sir.. i like mine short n intense indeed. of course, packing the intensity to 55 words isn't easy. glad u felt i did it fine.

  2. Leo, you have a talent in saying so much, painting an entire story, with so few words. Four lines were all you needed and the whole scene conjured in my head with ease. Great work once again here!And thank you also for your comments on my site as well!

  3. @Jay,thank u so much.. sometimes, quantity is not needed to express the feelings. few can be a lot.glad u liked it!

  4. Hmm…I liked the part where she becomes the judge and passes the death sentence.He deserved it.Packed a nice powerful punch there.

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