Wicked people in a wicked world
Words can cut worse than a knife
Wicked people in a wicked world
Spinning chaos,
casting shadows,
promises snare,
glances cut like daggers.
They thrive on lies,
building empires
on broken trust,
masks polished,
stained by deceit.
The air hangs heavy,
but truth glimmers,
an ember waiting,
ready to ignite,
revealing strength within.
We rise, resilient,
daring to dance
in the storm,
for even in darkness,
hope finds a way,
blooming defiantly,
in hearts that remain whole.
About the Creator
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Poetry has lived in me since childhood.
Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.
My poems heal, some haunt, all are pieces of me.
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