The darkness has engulfed me like the wails of a grief stricken mother. It whispers mad whims in my ears and lets the demons loose inside my head. I have lost a long time ago. A withered rose has blossomed in the deep cavity of my marauded land centuries back. I held on to the hem of a torn hope for long—the cloth has torn apart and I have landed in the land of despair.
It isn’t bad to accept defeat.
Indeed it isn’t! So here am I—veiling myself in darkness, looking in the already broken mirror of my psyche,
clenching my knees with feeble fingers from the fear of falling, accepting that even a mighty lover can be defeated. A lover who never knew any might except love, falling to her knees and begging insanity to coffin her living corpse in the eternity of nothingness.
Here I am accepting my defeat, my fall and the obliteration of my belief that love can heal him or the least—fix me
©AimanPeer
Inkofmysoul 