Black

The hour before the dawn is the darkest,

But, how long does it last?

It shouldn’t last so long that the sleepy eyes,

get accustomed to the pitch black,

And when light does seep in,

through the crevices of the eyelids,

It is too late.

Darkness is a cruel witch,

Sniggers, while entwining with catastrophe,

Yet it engulfs with a soothing calm,

Not the silence before the tempest,

But the peace after – 

The quiet that stands strong,

After the devastation.

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