Darker than the sombre no moon night in here,
Gloomy than a tenebrific cave,
Not a noun,
Just a mirage darker than any reality,
Psyche,
That's what you call it?
At the epicenter of embracing or questioning it,
Preconscious and Conscious minds tussle,
Again the Unconscious mind gets ignored.
Who'll take care of it?
Probably not The Anguished man.
But yes,
An Anti-hero.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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