The Demon of Despair

Alone looking at the wall, I sit depressed. With the burns of despair in my heart suppressed. The canvas of life is as blank and lifeless as the wall. Have left me alone in this galaxy of doubts my loved ones all. Millions of times I've cursed myself, millions of time have hit my head, gallions of tears I've cried while hiding under my bed. Questioning every event, life itself has become a question mark. How can I alone find answers in my life so dark? Still I try in my life, to get back, to bring my train on the right track. Yet, one accident occurs and disrupts my world. Makes my life a coal from gold. Controlling my tears in the sleepless night, I still try to make everything right. Collecting the shattered pieces of my heart, I wish to give myself a new start. However, the broken pieces of this glass, instead of beautiful vase, craft a mirror. The reflection in it fills me with terror. I don't see myself. At worst, I see a demon stabbed with knife. At best, I see a person scarred for life. He has a scar of disgrace not only on the face, but also on his character, I see his soul brutally assaulted and abused by the societal predators. The blood from his wounds burn his skin. His dreadful screams shout out the every ambush through which he has been. The tears of guilt and sorrow are more gory than his scarred soul. The poisons of pain and agony, shiver his body whole. I see his throat- cunningly slit by the norms. I see his decaying brain- eaten by the societal worms. I see his heart, beating with pain. Crying on all the efforts that were in vain. Still it ruthlessly keeps the demon alive. For the pierced and injured soul to further thrive. I further see him stabbed by the dagger of hunger. Tearing his stomach like the clouds ripped by thunder. Slowly the entire demon is ripped apart in front of my eyes. And I see the cruel of the world who in everyone lies. I turn back to reality, deepening the feeling of depression. With sorrow, I realise that the devil was my own reflection. Sobbing I sit thinking what have I done to myself. Waiting for the help and love of the almighty himself.