On my way to my Nadir,
I took the stairway to Hell.
To go to the other side of my existence
Coming out of my protected shell.
There I saw the face of my fate
As ugly as disappointment itself.
I was amazed by its eyes only
Which was like- looking at myself.
I asked her the direction-
For where I don't remember.
But she remained silent,
Only her eyes, shinning like smoldering ember.
I woke up with a start
Realising it to be a delusion,
But I had enough of sanity left
To know that it was the truth, not an illusion.
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