• anshuman_sant 9w

    The Deal

    He made a deal with his demons.
    In exchange for solace, however fleeting,
    he offered ink.

    The pen, his sabre.
    The paper, his arena.

    He wrote of laughter,
    He wrote of despair.
    He wrote in rage,
    He wrote sans care.
    He wrote of lost loves,
    He wrote of sunny days.

    Once shattered, he was made whole,
    Word by word, verse by verse,
    Page by Page.

    Passions, once suppressed,
    Burst forth with vengeance.
    Which begged the question,
    Were his "demons" truly demons?

    ©anshuman_sant