I can hear it cracking inside of me,
Shattering, rending piece by piece
Some fall like crystals from my eyes,
Some scream the silence with the utmost ease.
I don’t wish for a miracle,
I don’t want to repair.
I just wait there, bleeding,
Breaking rules, I adhere.
For darkness no more surrounds me,
It lives and grows inside of me.
I let it pave its way through my mind,
Shutting all those emotions,
That tormented me for a long while,
I close all doors that reach my redemption,
I snap the chains that hold salvation
Its destruction and misery
That walk along with me.
You see those crushed flowers
They bloom with my envy.
Slowly hatred is filled, up to the brim,
Slowly goodness is slaughtered,
Limb by limb,
I walk with that dagger
And stand against my soul,
I rip it and shred it,
Till the very last growl.
It lays there, motionless,
And not once do I cry
My soul takes its last breath
And I watch myself die
Now I’m sure someone said it,
And was undeniably right
That true evil emerges,
By corrupting the purest mind.
About the Poet: Aditi Sharma is a 19-year-old student who loves writing and music. She is from Patna and is a 1st year BA Media and Communication student at Manipal Institute of Communication, Manipal. She believes that the world can be defined by just one quote by William Shakespeare, “The fool doth think he is wise, and the wise man knows himself to be a fool.”