Right here, right now, I hold my ground
Broken and Barren; Dried and Destroyed
Stripped naked of my glory
My presence a prediction of your future.

 

Broken and Barren; Dried and Destroyed
Mourning the loss of my friends
My presence a prediction of your future
I fear it might be a little too late.

 

Mourning the loss of my friends
My heart cracked apart
I fear it might be a little too late
For the clock never ticks backward.

 

My heart cracked apart
Stripped naked of my glory
For the clock never ticks backward
Right here, right now, I hold my ground.

Srivalli Rekha

Written by Srivalli Rekha

Srivalli Rekha is a blogger, writer, nature lover, passionate cook, an amateur photographer who cannot live without reading books and good music. Her stories are featured in Sweek Flash Fiction Book(2018), Tales From the Cliff Anthology (2018) and 72 Hours of Insanity: Anthology of the Games Volume IV (2018).