// It is midnight now, and the demons inside the head has begun to pace it's way up, until raging it's persistence -
the conflict keeps getting keener
forging a spurious cling, tucked over
replicating similar to the moon
the closer one gets, it is laborious
somewhat unnoticeable,and dingy
entitled to nothing but themselves
but- but, the truth gets a bit trifle out
the outshine turns malignant in days
On the way, while every drop of rain
melts, the solitude of the essence is
difficult to chase, you'll be puzzled
beneath those ginormous wind
amist the cluster, some scattered
hope will rise within you,
Uprisen by the depth, gleamingly
laughing over your naive-ness
the lights will subside, the laughter
will brush aside, it is the end-
the acceptance part would approach
and, here's the chance to get grow
still the demons in head resides,
it is resting, taking it's time to undo-
But the midnight rush will again "woo" you out the perseverance, the demons will jinx over, and -
turn it's way back towards another. //
-NARMADA.

#mentalhealthisimportant.