The drapes were drawn,
for the darkness was rooted
deep within the soul

Nothing was visible,
it was not even blurry
nor was there a hint of haziness
to see through the grayness

Like how the eyes
blinks and adjusts to darkness
even that didn’t appear to be true,
for when the heart shut
even the brightest day shrouds in darkness
lest the moonlit night
sordid memories playing some asinine game

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