Dagger in your hand, fire in every words, <br /> <br />Hit by your fist or hit by your words, <br /> <br />Words hurt more like a dagger than your fist. <br /> <br />Laced in venom they robbed my dignity, <br /> <br />Like a feudal they stand tall, pushed my body and pulled my thoughts, <br /> <br />Made me naked in thoughts and memories, <br /> <br />Now memories chase me like that stalker. <br /> <br />Discarded by happiness, married to despondency, <br /> <br />I aborted dreams whenever stalked by that stalker. <br /> <br />He who chases me in the dark, unrobed me through his eyes, <br /> <br />Like a warrior I sleep with a dagger in my hand, <br /> <br />To celebrate his death in my arms.<br /><br />Hither Kusum<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stalking-memories/
