An Encounter with the Soul

Wisps of sullen clouds wimper from within

Carressingly encompassing me into a

Sombre sphere, where I'm confined into its unfathomable gloom.

Clasping my limbs, squeezing my torso,

It's throttling me.

Tussling to break free, grasping for air,

I finally succumb. My cripling conscience

Unveil a mirror before my eyes where

Melancholic reflections introduce me to my inner self and I realize-

Even the darkest of nights look

Brighter than my soul!