The Good and The Wicked

I thought healing would be fun.

After the never-ending darkness,

I hoped to feel free in the sun.

But sometimes I like the allure of the other side.

The Good and the Wicked Witch or Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

My smile reminds them of an Angel.

Or did I get good at hiding the Devil?

I will plea for Habeas Corpus,

Until they find all the carcasses.

Some of them are roaming free,

When they should have been guillotined under Royal Decree.

Am I good, bad or evil?

Or the definitions are too medieval.

If there is Heaven on Earth,

Then so is Hell.

~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse

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