When depression hits again...
Darkness Prevailed in the room,
she in a corner,her hands on head,
inaudible shrieks,she hears,
she or me inside me,laments
loath or conceited, unable to split,
ashes is not the end she knows,
won't long the darkEst realm again,
darkness of room doesn't harm,
but the darkness, self-inflicted,
thrashed and afresh the wounds,
probably never cured, instead,
Bearance had gone, prolific so far..
soon the door opens,
daylight broad, whiten the dark eyes,
dark world of mine, wider and bright,
always there whenever, feel i am dying...
©umama^
she in a corner,her hands on head,
inaudible shrieks,she hears,
she or me inside me,laments
loath or conceited, unable to split,
ashes is not the end she knows,
won't long the darkEst realm again,
darkness of room doesn't harm,
but the darkness, self-inflicted,
thrashed and afresh the wounds,
probably never cured, instead,
Bearance had gone, prolific so far..
soon the door opens,
daylight broad, whiten the dark eyes,
dark world of mine, wider and bright,
always there whenever, feel i am dying...
©umama^