Unheard Pleas

In the middle of the night,
She hears whispers and pleas.
Knocks on her door
As she further retreats
Inside her blanket
As if, in a coffin seized.

Footsteps draw near.
Fingers clutching her,
Through the thin air.
"They are coming!",
She shrieks,
To all those near.

But there's no one to hear.
No one's around,
No one's here.
As hands lock around her,
And her fate bounds her.
Her miseries chasing her,
Till her very last scream.


-Momina.