Do you remember the shield?
The perfectly small bundle of comfort
Creating a resistance towards the hot burning pen?
Or the scars it left behind on exposed skins
The pain, horror and regrets
On that day, you first heard the melody of agony?
Do you remember the long walks?
Quest to collect abandoned pebbles from the sidewalks
How the smoothness always managed to calm the seething storms?
Or the secret passages through the loneliness
How it helped to add colors to the imaginations
Creating a tunnel to find the hidden reality?
Do you remember the cold sensation of that filthy dirt floor?
The marks it left behind on that small fragile body
How the silence was threaten to be broken by a cry,
That never managed to break free?
Or the despise glances towards the tall walls
that portrayed a certain freedom you’ve never learned to love?
Do you remember the day it all came to an end?
The finish line you never knew was there to be crossed
Like a poisonous ivy, how it sucked you through the depth of abyss?
Or how the locked door never heard the pleading
Never looked back once to witness the broken pieces
How even in the light, the darkness never cease from existence?