Darkness

everyone has things,
very idiosyncratic very personal,
but in their existence is defined uniqueness,
every person distinguishable from another.

be it the likeness to sarcasm,
or to mock another being,
there are the depressed,
and them who revitalise,
these all their own private things.

love exists on these,
sometimes mistaken for desire,
lives are led,
and many bled,
in the pursuit of such things,

an experience i describe,
a thing i did follow,
shallow and physical,
all rationality forgotten,
left me broken …... when left me…..still am….

if soul could be defined,
not unearthly not spiritually,
but the guilts and humanity,
the triumphs and sorrows,
of us who possess the reins of such things.

there is me,
there is worse,
there is you,
another curse,
for each have thoughts,
each being the abyss,
for each their thing,
compares to the worst…....

-Nikhil

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