In the depths where shadows coil and writhe,
Lies a hate that consumes, relentless and alive.
Becoming a torrent of malice and greed.
With each whispered curse, it grows in might,
A darkness unyielding, a bitter cold,
Where empathy withers, and mercy is sold.
It breeds in echoes of past wounds and slights,
In its grip, compassion becomes a myth,
As bitterness seeps through every rift.
But in the tempest of hate's savage storm,
A flicker of humanity may yet transform.
For love, even in its absence, holds a sway,
To soften hearts and pave a gentler way.
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Abbas
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Do you understand haiku?
Do you ever get sidetracked when writing? I do. I think it must be in the nature of the creative mind to draw connections and have a need to explore them. Since the World Wide Web became established in the 1990s, this has become a lot easier to do. The phenomenon being described as ‘going down a wormhole.’ Sometimes a distraction, but I have written some of my best work when I have disappeared down one web wormhole or another. It also happened in the days when most of my research was book based so we can't blame it on the internet. Book research was just slower. These days, guided by my AI friend, it is much, much quicker.
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