She walks through the rough road
Sadness echoed her ears
As tiny droplets rolls of her cheeks
Her wrinkled face told many stories.
But happiness polish her pace
Euphoric mask stick to her soul,
Where she is trapped in darkness
Leaning on the tree
She waited for a unwelcomed quest,
An illusion guest,
A non exist quest.
To escape from the darkness
Which tied her.
Darkness is not new to her
It’s her favourite spot,
Black is not new colour to her,
It’s her favourite color,
Past still haunt her like a
Alone she suffers and alone she lives,
There she lay as emotionless empty can, in a cursed palace
~ Raheema KV