The Devils Hour
‘The devils hour’
The devils hour
With its red hues
Painting my room blue
With the reflection of my mirror.
A parallel me.
We’re the same but are we?
What world do you see?
Do you feel what I feel
Or is it just me?
You’re everything I’m not
And everything I long to be.
It’s just me.
You’re me and I’m you.
We’re the only ones in this room.
The devils hour and me.
-A.T
Copyright © Amna Tariq | Year Posted 2021
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