The Stoic Poem by Somendra Gaur

In hollow of these four walls,
In silence of this darkness,
Abhoring you isn't a part of my routine but your memories keep reviving it,
the more I think,
The more I detest,
But even my hate is purer than your 'love'.
Yeah I believe in keep walking,
And I've walked miles from 'your lover',
But
All it takes me a blink of an eye to fall back.
Now I see couples and,
my past inside me laughs,
There is no emotion which you defined as 'love' exists,
The more I get closer to the truth,
My hate for these feelings and emotions gets directly proportional,
The war wages inside me,
But I've learnt to lose, fall and fight back.
That is how I've been Sculpturing a new soul inside me,
I've a cosmos of my own where this 'love',
Ceases to exist.
Humanity and Love gave me nothing,
So I turned into an Afreet.