Within darkness enclosed walls,
She'd lie down, let left to fight a battle on her own;
Many a times she'd come out victorious,
But there are nights she'd let the monster's take over the heart.
The wounds from the battle was somehow soothing,
It was an assurance - Assurance of being alive.
This warrior -
She fought war in her mind,
Win or lose she comes out stronger!
-LomlomMizo
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Her Melancholic Reverie
PoesieIf you're here to read something profound, i can assure you you'd be disappointed! These are just tales, a terribly tiny tales at that; written by an imperfect creation, walking on earth hiding her true feelings with humor as a shield! I hope you en...
