Black 0.1

Black 0.1

i.
Sunrise brings with it
a certain kind of darkness.
I see it; I can see it.
When in the middle of nowhere
I am pinned to a chair,
Not let to move.

ii.
They say it’s in my mind.
They say there’s light
that I am unable to see

iii.
I wonder;
when did my mind became
a place; this dark.

iv.
I see myself
running out of breaths,
running out of shelters,
and a lot more things.
There’s no sense in reality.

v.
I stand before a mirror
but cannot recognise me.
Pain is the paint; I am painted with.

vi.
My mind shows me my tomorrow—
DEATH; written in bold.

vii.
I am not afraid.

viii.
I am afraid.

ix.
I am…

x.
Night arrives;
and the dark darkens.
I try to get out the maze;
and fail miserably.

I guess tomorrow  is near!



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