Broken Stringed Doll||origional poetry

Cold rain pelted me as I climbed the stairs
Home, but my key would not open the lock
Anger stabbed me; a knife thrust, unawares
Thunder roared at my plight, as if to mock

Night fell as I sheltered against the wall
My clothing soaked, but little did I care
I felt like a puppet; a limp stringed doll
Drowning in anguish, I said a prayer

Marooned in the stairwell, without a phone
Entry to my home had been forbidden
Never had I felt so lost and alone
Feeling quite helpless, tears came unbidden

To despair and alarm I grew enslaved
Opening the locked door was all I craved

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Poem written by:@shahidkha
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