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First, the T disappears silently like the grave,
Then O fades, a hollow echo in the dark cave
Next, M vanishes in whispers never told,
And the last letter shudders—its grip turns cold.
One by one, they slip away,
A word unwritten, a curse at bay,
But trace it back, breathe its name
And you might stay, lost in the game.
isolated in a sky empty of stars
and slapped by a waveless ocean
don't think it's a random ghost story
and don't you damn guess the word
Tom _ WHATS THE SPELL?
Better be prepared for HELL
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.✍️




Comments (1)
A dark, unsettling energy, exploring themes of loss, mystery, and the unknown. The ending feels like a warning! Amazing ✨