The Cloak

The battle begins,

The cloak drawn and

We are in and out of awareness

Between flashbacks and nightmares.

Tell me:

Should I win you over?

(Or win, over you?)

We have a certain number of

Wins and defeats

Circling our heads

But the truth is

The truth can’t be fought away from.

We can deny our play-by-play;

By the end, a catastrophe

But we don’t deserve scrapes of

Anything.

If not all, then

Nothing should be enough.

(I didn’t plan this

But the enabler and supporter

Won me over.

What a downer,

For you).

~Maryum Khalid~