Friction1

The child,

He says,

I hate being alone

The man after sometime,

Confides:

I despise being on my own,

He continues,

All that is left are nightmares.

Eating the soul,

Haunting my whole,

So I find refuge,

In escaping my soul,

Try to avoid from my own,

Sometimes its ice cream

Sometimes it’s a good movie

But on my own,

Demons whispers in a delightful tone,

Darkness, guilt,

Distrust and enmity,

Above all,

All are;

Afflictions caused by reflection.

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