All geared up for the combat, I'm in my war boots already
even if I'm the triumphant in this war that ensues, what's the remedy for this tragedy
that I've imposed upon myself like force feeding a pill
down my throat just to get rid of this ill will
that I often encounter in my thoughts still
dark enough to send shivers down anyone's spine in broad daylight
testing my resolve like playing a pillow fight
with the ghost of my own past at sharp midnight trying to scream the fuck away from it until I wake up terrified
and realise all this was just a dream that I can't go back in time to rectify....


I grapple with my own thoughts of yesterday which I found relevant
then but only to discard those today in the light of an ambient
Sun which seemed to remove the darkness so inherent in my spirit
only to be eclipsed by harshness in my speech so apparent that anyone could feel it
lost in a world of my own thoughts, I could barely bear it
but what actually messed up with my head I could rarely share it
until I picked up the pen to vent it
shivers up my spine it sent and I felt it
and to this day I'm glad I took up this art form and I don't repent it !!
© @unshakableabhishek