...Comes A Rainbow

Raindrops kept wetting my cheeks,

I kept on stamping mud under my bare blistered feet,

Struggling through the thorny bushes,

Trying to escape from the wild wolves.

I missed my steps and fell down;

 I crawled...

Blood forced out of my knees.

"The chains were better"-

My inside moaned.

Knifes fell in love with me,

And I was stripped nude.

Winds uprooting me,

Spiders sewing my chest.

With thorns in my flesh, 

and my throat thoroughly choked,

Came the ring of the death call.

I paced slow,

My wobbling  legs collapsed.

I fell down on my knees

Crumping the dry leaves beneath.

I had reached my cottage.

After a hurricane comes a rainbow.

Reviews

[Lost_Soul]

I love the way you put your imagination on paper. I love the imagery in this poem. I believe this is so true. I do believe that after every hurricane comes a rainbow.

[NEHA]

thanks dear!
#cheers

[Lost_Soul]

#doublecheers

[¿]

Your thoughts and imaginary and the way you bring it in front with a touch of ink and paper is beyond fascinating!
The words used here indicates you're vocabulary is extraordinary.
The last line was sparkling and convey the whole in a little!
Great read indeed.

[NEHA]

thank you very much ;p

[Lydia Shutter]

The imagery in this one is brutal....hard hitting. I sense someone running away from captors and enduring all sorts of hardships only to finally get to shelter. Uplifting ending. I liked this. Lydi**

[NEHA]

thank you very much!
:)

[NEHA]

your review has encouraged me to write more..so ones again a big "thank you"!

[Lydia Shutter]

You are quite welcome.