Baskadia

My mind waves around.

My soul aches.

My heart pounds and makes an echoing sound.

The feeling alone is hurtful.

The pain is unexplainable and can't be estimated.

My emotions are everywhere.

My conscience bleeds.

I am being whipped without a whip.

Stabbed without a knife

Murdered without a murderer

Hit without a weapon

All these mixed feelings are coming forth.

And I am the only one to be blamed for it.

All these because my conscience is alive

Not just alive but can't deal with injustice

Author: CHRONICLES-OF-A-TALE