Wounds

I walked miles to

Spread happiness and love. 

Ready to fill colors 

In the life of people

I tried to paint the entire 

World with colours of happiness

But as the sun was setting  

Ran back home.

And he stared with his red eyes.

My blood rushed

My body was again prepared  

To take another wound

His slap hurt me

So tightly that my

Voice got stuck inside. 

And I died once again. 

My wounds were screaming 

To be touched by a gentle rose. 

My soul once again whispered is these 

The last time. 

The moon witnessed my pain

Ane stars started begging for his sane.