The Dark Side

Its harsh,
Just rips you apart;
With its dagger-like tentacles,
Cutting deep into your heart.

With the shrewdness of a chess player,
And the strength of a boxer in the ring;
But alas, all the games it plays,
None of these, are fair and clean.

Masks of different shapes and colors,
Is what it wears,
To hide the treachery and deceit,
That it carries, without fear.

Murky and shabby like a swamp it is,
Once you get in, it just keeps you in;
And waits for you to start rotting,
And lead the life of a lowly being.

That's the dark side,
Of this world;
Which we call our home,
And in it, we twirl.

Face of Adversity

Its deep and dark,
Inside the well;
Excruciating,
Just like hell.

The surface is,
A bed of thorns,
And pierced stones,
That make you bleed
With pain, and groan.

The walls are,
Slimy and filthy,
That make you tumble,
Whenever you
Try to clamber.

Stifling with
An air of oppression,
Sweltering with
The heat of suppression.

No ray of hope shines,
No shower of mercy pours,
No sign of escape appears,
No one answers knocks on the doors.

Afflicted by disaster,
Brutally tortured;
Here you are made to,
Go through the wringer.

A trap it is,
Which sucks you vehemently;
Leaving you traumatized,
In the face of adversity.