The Darkness

Days passes by somehow...

but nights are now wagon of pain,

injuries may heal with time,

but marks will always remain,

restless on my comfortable bed,

I toss & turn & tried to sleep,

but thoughts are bulking my head,

and have formed a huge heap,

the past is flashing & scorching light beams,

tearing me apart, breaking me at the seems,

the darkness of my life is more visible in the dark,

and now I'am giving it a word, trying to speak my heart.

THIS IS WRITTEN BY MY DEAR AND SISTER LIKE FRIEND - Kriti Khandelwal