Darkness

Darkness is intoxicating, it's like gravity
Defined and designed by deep dexterity
A draught that devours the very concept of clarity
I wonder why it calls to me with such familiarity

Hurtling and tumbling towards the singularity
Deep is the well of despair and hilarity
Busting all hopes with merciless brutality
Demons dementing with determined solidarity

Despite the despondence of self and society
Despair not in the Doings of the Deity
His decisions for you will lead to auriety
Nothing goes amiss in His presiety

(c) Abdullah Bin Khurram 2018

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