By Aarohi Hazra
Oh! hag of night, do you seek me out?
From below my wake, I’m filled with doubt.
Thy presence I sense with flashes of harm,
How naive I must be to feel this illusion of calm.
Now nights are stalked, my conscience forsaken,
Oh, shiver me timbers, in my dreams I’m taken.
To your casket of woe, I’ve been brought so sly,
A horror bestows me, for in the coffin I lie!
Thy look I had shunned, dismissed with glare,
Alas! you reveal that a face we share.
A haunting revelation or a trick up your sleeve,
Is this cosmic burden mine alone to heave.
The fine line between those living and those dead,
It had to be toyed with, to validate what is said.
That the demon from down under, below my bed,
Is me all along, a friend from the fragments of my head.
By Aarohi Hazra
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