As bad as they are,
Weak moments are real.
And therefore they will come
Time and again.
No matter what rearranged words say
They are hard to deal.
Therefore it is okay.
It’s okay the way it makes you feel.
Bitter and sweet both are experiences.
Just when I woke up.
As I lay motionless and warm,
Engulfed in the darkness of night,
I am convinced that I am blind,
For it has consumed my sight.
Every sound is of suspicion,
And surrounding is just unclear.
Such is the night of misconception,
Even Reason causes fear.
But now I am able to smile,
For I can see the shapes.
Darkness makes sight worthwhile,
Just like Sunlight through the drapes.