The solitary silence of dark midnight,
With an air of unfathomable plight,
The blackness surrounds my comprehension,
With no light to see my reflection,
The mind loses its sense to discriminate,
There's no one to love and no one to hate,
This is the time of deep despair,
You long for someone but no one's there,
This utter loneliness is my existence,
A psychotic break or a solitude of transcendence?
And I often find myself in a muddle
Psychosis to wisdom is a constant tussle,
What will happen lies in future's womb,
Either my salvation or my tomb....

© Musafir