These tests,
I detest,
The more I protest,
The more it manifests,
It causes stress,
In a state of distress,
No! This time none will be depressed,
Priority for the self must digress.
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.
