I was tricked, When mind had pricked. Thoughts were more Of feeling bore. Confusions were killing life Like a vein was cut with knife. Then I looked at sky for hope, Stars from dark night gave me hope. This poem brings out the experience of a person who had undergone deep mood swings due to compulsive thinking. #moodswings #yqenglishpoetry All the credits of this promt goes to Poorna 🌟 Thank you so much Poorna 🌟 for suggesting such an amazing prompt.
