The evil in me

Asking myself , why I hurt him again?
Yet the inner me gloats in his pain.
I nurture and feed the demons inside,
But I hurt seeing the rift in relations
growing far and wide.
I nourish myself on their tears,
I grow stronger nourishing on the fears.
I venerate the dark and silent lanes,
They bleed to death and I stay sane.
The evil in me multiplies by leaps and bound,
I can listen to all the muted shrieking sounds.

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About Nalini Srivastava

I am an Indian.I write to let go of myself.It is my catharsis.My biggest inspiration is my son and every passing moment of life.I am a teacher by profession and the way I love to write ,I love to teach.With my one solo poetry book already published "Feminine Musings" hope many more will see the light.

1 thought on “The evil in me

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    Classic Poetry Noir very reminscent of our Poet of the Year 2013 Iulia Gherghei’s similarly themed works.

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