girl_crying

girl_crying

What is she saying?

What are they doing?

My vision of paradise was a bit of a blur

And the two men already had hold of me.

 “Now just keep calm;”

I struggle,

The men were already dragging me toward heaven,

Away from her dulcet voice.

Let me go!

Let me talk for a minute!

I struggle like a madman,

But I am just a young girl.

Agitatedly I struggle to keep my heart beating,

Beat…Beat…Beat…

Paradise…

Poem from Prose (Veronika Decides to Die)

By Nour Fahmy