Of Battered Hearts & Bitter Coffee

Shadows of the mind

The figures climbing up the wall.

They are present behind one and all,

mocking you with their existence,

knowing against them you can put up no resistance.

They thrive on your fears,

grow mightier with your tears,

relishing the delicacy,

which is your jealousy.

Provoking you to be dark,

waiting for a chance to extinguish your goodness spark.

Forever they haunt the corridors of your mind palace,

scaring the good and helping the bad.

In your weakness they find hollow solace,

they are the shadows of the mind,

beware, for they are not kind.

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A/N: This was my very first poem. I had written it as a childish experiment after reading a poem by Robert Frost ( I don't remember the name of the poem)
It's a sort of landmark in my life, a start of something new I guess....

Its been years now, and I genuinely hope my poetry has improved since then.