Chaos on the canvas created tangleness
One of the periodic nights of darkness

The darkness was losing echoes like owl
And the depression was eating her soul

Memories ,like fireflies, skimming a mirrored pond.
This is becoming a virus in my mind; she frowned.

Her loosing passion becomes more than depression.
Pain and sadness then defines her situation.

The glory of midnight sun it was;
When she found herself disturbed so fast;

She was santing herself inside out,
Through her eyes streams sprout.

After all; she connects to the God!
Hence found some peace in her heart!

Her depression like dust disappear!
Ghost of darkness becomes a smear!




@QURAT-Ul-AIN
#iamnewhere #darkness #hope


Stressed and depressed