Creation in Verse - Arjun Mitra

'The Hills' by Arjun Mitra

​"As the hills began to fade,

and the fog created the haze;

The cold began to creep,

And the pain started to seep;

I realized the beauty,

Of all that I couldn't see.

You see, 

The pain is blinding,

And for everyday I spent pining,

The all consuming darkness,

Devoured the brightness;

You only miss the light when it's gone,

Thus began my fight to undo my wrong.

The clean air;

Made me realise,

That my eyes were blinded;

All the sadness was something I did,

I started to reveal all that I hid.

The thing is,

Only when you see your sadness,

Can you begin to find happiness;

Forget the issues,

Stop being a recluse,

And just begin anew.

The truth;

You create your pain,

You build your hell;

So break the walls,

And breathe the air;

See the view from the top of the hill,

Your issues are as small as a pill."