Wrote this for a Challenge, the beginning and ending of the poem should be diametrically opposite.
I could hardly breathe. Two strong hands were seen strangling me and I so wanted to raise an alarm, call someone. But, those hands were roughly holding me back, my movements were restricted too. Had someone tied me? My mind couldn’t comprehend what was actually happening to me. Did someone drug me, but where didContinue reading “Seriously, where are we heading?”