Poem | Mind’s black d•t

 


Mind’s black d•t 


A cruel ally of the devil 

Who poisons the goodwill 

Coward to the power of the will

Even lives in ashes of the fireball 


A cunning enemy to the hopes

Who excites while mind corrodes

Douser of the beacon that shows

The right way in the scary storms


A fierce slayer of the pleasure 

Who pushes the souls to departure

Spigot that chokes heart in pressure 

Chops the merciful buds premature 


A deadly carnivore to the victim

Who erases the laughter in no time

Remover of the memories of all-time

That rekindle the joy of good-time


A false force to hide the wound

Which screens the torment-compound

Stalker of the tears that expound

Fearsome stories in battleground


A wild torch to ignite the heart

Which burns the skin rampart

Laughter that follows a dart 

Which tears the minds apart


A honed sword to split the lies

Which bends the face of bias

Honor and love fallen to chaos 

As the victim is devoid of voice 


A clear benevolence helps the guilty

Which lifts the hopes, kind and hearty

Foster the affection in life’s bounty

That leads to survival of sanity 


A solemn hope nurtures the soul

Which restarts the practice ensoul 

Observer of the calm dawn oversoul 

Keeps the rays of hope ever console 


Erase the black d•t before it gets to a hole…


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