A Long Night.
Dark clouds and cold winds, it was a bet of fate.
A gamble that you and I played.
It was autumn, the season of falling.
The blank page was asking my emotions to roll off my pen.
To paint your smile and sketch your insecurities.
To fill the colours in the gaps you left.
The long impending silence was formidable.
I could not write.
I could not give you away so easily.
You were mine to hold and keep.
But I lost the gamble that night and so did you.
I lost you in the million stars and you left me to howl at the moon.
Loneliness, as I felt wasn’t harsh.
It was silk and soft covering you until it suffocates you.
It was a beautiful red rose with evil thorns.
It was an evil mask behind a sympathetic smile.
It was a knife to the back of your beloved friend.
It was you.
You left me alone.
But I couldn’t, I could not do that to you.
So here I am again at two in the morning, smoking my pain away.
I see the smoke curling in the air, making aesthetic patterns.
I see the moon and the fog.
I could feel the unforgiving cold winds biting at my naked skin.
It was darker still, a domicile for my troubles.
With long dark nights to rejoice my demons.
The discordant thoughts were going wild in my mind.
The monsters inside my head were restless.
It was time to let go now.
Because it was winter, the season of demise.
By- Rhydhm Takkar
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