By: Tehreem Amjad
On glaring Days,
And mortal nights;
Demons on my mind,
Get stronger.
On the strangest nights,
If I get to sleep;
I see nightmares,
Of my forlorn past.
On storms of torment,
Still so brave and quiet;
And believed in me.
Chaos in my soul,
Ceding it to evils;
My heart in silence,
Still think of you.
She has gone astray,
Scattered in shadows;
Darker the demons,
Standing fearlessly,Darkest the soul.