Oblivious to the entity that kept me sane,
I am fortunate for what I've witnessed on my own.
The gloomy night might be noticeable,
But the dusk was indistinct in my imagination.
How come I do prefer the mystery of the nightfall,
And not the perfect scenery they offered
when I am blinded by the dark?
No matter how deep your riddle was,
My answer's more significant than the question.
And no matter how hideous you become,
I'll light the spark flawlessly for your devotion.
YOU ARE READING
Brain Flakes Poems
PoesiaThese poems were genuinely written to unfold the mystery in every stroke of my thoughts and imagination's journey.
