Darkness invades
My heart and settles down
Its out of sight
Throne, and crowns
Its illegitimate empire.
Governs my brain,
Scatters my existence
Paralyzes action and reaction.

moans and groans fog
Smog the black box.

Pain army comes
Dragging cries
Of my soul sights
Horses of fears gallop
Followed by reasonable shiver
Knocking the warning bells
Of sudden invasion of
Winds of depression that
Are translated into floods
Of tears of my heart and eyes
Relating in emotions
So blind…..

It’s  a painful phase
One of the greatest lessons of life
Of maturing and fully grown:
You Must Experience Pain
To Grow Up And Be In Your Prime.

Copyright so called poetry of Biba 2018

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