Mystery guide, magical insight;
Instincts are calling out to me,
Bogey and fervent, my skin aches
Turning every sentient cell sore.
Anxiety breeds on my soul,
And layer by layer it’s species evolve.
A constant companion but a sinful friend,
Wrong and yet so infallible; an ironic blend.
The inner voice squeams. Obnoxious.
So is the war and defame.
Who can change the attributes of truth?
The rightness of the ‘words behests existence’.
Fight is against, maybe for- the time, karma and life;
To become the antenna that connects spirits to vibes.
Caressing the waves of troubles,
Seeping through the sand of my strength and rubbles.
Fear engulfing fear,
Welcome depression.
-Aditi Gandhi.
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