Dark Aspects

The glooms are creating a maze of chains
May they end up strangling themselves,
As the benign sense struggles through grief.

May the daggers of the past they are ready with
end up distorting themselves,
While the warrior faces the mirror.

May the flowing stream of tears
for the tragic scenarios,
Melt into the vacuum, no pain.
©Aditi Anvita (Anvi)

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