Not all demons live in hell,
some live in my mind.
They pull me in a dark well,
where light can’t be find.
I beat them in their own game,
they don’t know my kind.
I am not a loss, I am a find.
I am a riddle, If everyone is a rhyme.
I am the diamond lost among the dime,
In the lemonade I am the lime.
The sugar is too sweet and the salt is too bitter,
I am a lot of things but not a quitter.
Oh my dear demons, you are messing with the wrong,
I might look like lullaby, but darkness is my favorite song.
-Kulsoom Abid
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