When the night was dark and deep <br />Through the eyes of evil the darkness peeped <br />When the depression grew lethal <br />Debilitating was the agony <br />When the images shattered <br />And the thoughts rattled <br />Gutted my soul the pain <br />Realised I how much I was insane <br />Gruesome were the thoughts <br />What awful lessons the life taught <br />Worthless I was thought I <br />Satisfy none could I <br />Someone in this shadowy word <br />In my ears whispered a word <br />Who realised me I am worth <br />Whose majestic spells worked <br />Among the cold facers <br />The figure wasn't a stranger <br />Who showed to me the path of light <br />Against the future taught me to fight <br />in the dark shadows <br />I realised the figure was none but my friend<br /><br />Hina Waqar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-my-dear-friends/
