There was an old dilapidated and haunted house
jack entered the abandoned place with a crouse
jack heard a noice and soon evade
for no reson Jack was afraid
there were heard a great squeaks of mice
About the Creator
Karun
🌿✨ Karun, a poet weaving emotions into verses, embarked on the journey of words to unearth the beauty of feelings. In the delicate dance of ink and emotion, my poetry delves into the nexus of the human heart and the natural world.✍️
F*ck Power, I'm searching for Peace.
Note: I wrote this free verse poem to try and capture a glimspe of the raw, blunt, and harsh reality sexual assualt and domestic violence survivors have to endure. Our dark stories don't have to define us, and when some choose to share their stories, it allows us to see that we aren't alone in these intense and oftentimes debilitating emotions. I wish I could console every survivor and hold them until they feel whole again. A piece of my heart is with every one of you. I hope one day your eyes glisten again with your spark, because the fire inside doesn't have to just burn; it can glow, filling your soul with renewed Hope.
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Comments (2)
Keep up the good work
hey there! This is a powerful piece, a few little criticisms: Spelling mistakes take away from the piece, for example, "noice" should be "noise" and the last sentence is pretty confusing, I would try rewriting it like: they heard the great squeaks of mice- or something along those lines powerful poem nonetheless