My dark circles


The dark circles beneath my eyes
speak volumes about the darkest demons I fight.
My dark circles are the testimony to tedious days.
They hide much darker secrets,
stories of pain and unheard sobs.
They leave a lasting impression
condensing all my worries as dark clouds.
They enclose my eyes and put me to shame.
I didn't wear any makeup to hide those dark circles.
They always tend to veil my real sensations.
Why don't insignificant things have a place on earth?
Nobody bears the eye to overlook these dark circles.
And yet dark circles work incredible wonders!
They act as a prologue to my story
representing my hunger to achieve my dreams.
Let's cheer for our dark circles that work miracles.
They needn't be concealed
because they reminisce our incessant struggles in life.

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