Ishpreet Bindra Poetry

It's there inside me...a voice, a shrill, a cry
it's there deep inside...like silence before the storm,
it roars inside me...a fight, a struggle, a war,
it's there deep within,...like an avalanche before the calm.

it screams like the silence,
it moves like the rock,
it speaks like the dumb,
it breathes like the dead.

It's heavy inside me...a pain, a tear, a sob
it's there, buried inside...a dream, a fear, a hurt,
it's lying down there,...under covers, below the folds
it's there deep within...like a story yet untold

it scares like the dark,
it whispers like a ghost,
it touches like the ice,
it burns like the fire.

it's that me within me,...who speaks, screams and cries,
it's that me within me,...who's hurt, scared, yet tries,
it's there inside me,...my voice, my shrill, my cry,
it's there...

Poet: Ishpreet Bindra