Unspoken agony

For years, she hid herself behind her ugliness, nursing unexplainable agony. Everything was a jumbled void. There was no self respect, there was no faith, and there was plain nothing. It was bleak. The future promised an endless emptiness.

She had no identity. No one looked upon the lost soul. There were jeers, sickening mocks. She was ugly. Ugly. Dreadful. Hideous. It was as if all the sins of the world were crafted on her face. She had tried changing but God didn’t permit the world to be kind. It could not be hidden. She retreated to the cave of loneliness and concealed herself from the eyes of humanity.

No one bothered to extend a hand. No one heard the anguish of the veiled soul. She was the shadow ignored, overlooked.

A million tears shed did not soothe her misery. She was losing herself in her own game. She was born to live but the world cursed her with death and death was the path that she chose in the end. The grave welcomed her with extended hands.

A star was born on the far end of the galaxy but because of ignorance and the race for outer staging, it died, unnoticed. A bright light flickered and fought for attention but in the end, it dimmed in silence.