
Built on past disappointments and lies,
unseen by the stranger passing by.
Constructed of whispers and hollow words.
This house, also known as “a curse”,
where no truth can see the light,
coaxing to the old schedule going on.
Rooted in alcohol and abuse ,
where free speech has no room to breathe.
What's said - dismissed,
lost in the muck, forgotten.
Surfacing after all these years.
Still, no one gives a damn.
Deaths happen all the time.
No one questions the core:
Why a life, though flawed,
earned communal respect,
while constantly judged through the same harsh lens.
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Thank you for reading!
About the Creator
Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
Where the wild roses grow full of words...
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This is very powerful and relatable.