my  world has been trampled upon 
so ruthless...
so careless
soul defiled
conscience profaned 
marks still show... 
against the pristine beauty
of the immaculate snow


bleeding wounds
bruises fresh 
blare like a trumpet
of a victory...
so unjust

indignity of offence
insignificance of existence
brutality oblivious
to a defeat..
so ignominious

it Hurts !it Hurts!


innocence innate 
values inveterate 
so much is lost... 
never to be regained.

A face scarred 
identity lost
nothing remains.....
the looks so cruelly marred


time an evil ogre 
scoops deftly 
another victim falls prey 
just as my heart bleeds 
and 
my head consoles...