Lurching darkness surrounding
A creeping of the night Excruciating pain again The ache a blinding light A tortured soul continues Down this corridor of trolls All hope will soon be shred again With the burn of ancient scrolls The laughter plays in fog once more A haunting of the mind The hollowness of fraud you see As she walks a risky line A brutalizing world has spun The knots of joyless doubt A smile forced upon her lips Raging within, a silent shout. This world bereft of angels’ grace Devoid of compassion The needs of few outweigh the great An instant fatal attraction A selfish world has been left numb Manifest a reaper’s win Decomposing intellect Each body now a coffin.
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Julie WestphalAuthor, Poet, Dreamer Archives
February 2024
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