Here comes this cursed whisper, siren-sweet
That beguiles my ear
I stand centred here and meek
straining just to hear
prying with furtive gaze
to steal a hidden scene
And I am prisoner here to this desire so keen
This fevered grip that holds my eyes agape
My tongue chokes and writhes
letting nothing slip by
no primal screamscape
to usher the world beneath
to rend the air complete
sunday worlde
Wordle: No justice
Facing the worlds brutality
Standing after the scorn
Donning masks of clarity
So it looks like I’m weathering the storm
But these digs
At my sanity
Have let me see
The need for justice
That cannot be born
Sunday Wordle: The village
The village swallowed you whole
And you became strangers
To the tribe you used to know
Even the best friends
As you spat on your hands and shook
A promise of brotherhood
Now everything quakes
In the balance
You thought friendship
Was made in stone
Your pride is hard to swallow
When your undoing was your own
Now you’ve a heart shaped hole
Waiting on the beating
Of another
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