I grew so fond of darkness
That it became my master
The only light was lighting
In that place of nightmares
I learnt to see
Bad dreams were only trying
To scare away the evil in me
so dark it was
That in dark
A shadow I became.
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Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
الشعرMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
Poem 22
I grew so fond of darkness
That it became my master
The only light was lighting
In that place of nightmares
I learnt to see
Bad dreams were only trying
To scare away the evil in me
so dark it was
That in dark
A shadow I became.