Hurdle

Black
pain all over
screaming
tears on my face
sunset: a lost memory
help: a deprived necessity
white lights, blue coats
unattended with dry throats
woke up like a crying baby
our fathers and hail mary
A gloomy room
With a 'Get well soon' balloon
A familiar face
Pure grace
No sweet home
Missing mom to the bones
Fights, tantrums, cold shoulders
Smoke steaming out my ears
Incapable to fend
My sweet summer's dead end

-Aditi Shetty.