My words shall stand
Even when I don't write
I still have my voice
Though I'm asleep
I didn't go for a rest
I wanted me back, the best
Not stressed
So I disappeared.
Now that I'm back
I was in the search of myself
Now you can talk
Do you want to take a walk
Cause the air in the other end
It's breathless, bloodless
Silence and real.
Mind is a mance
Heart is in fast pace
Now I can smell the sight
And see the bright
In the darkest night
We shall still fight
Winters are warmer than violence
Villain welding wounds
Welcome back
Well I'm back!
I'm no hero
But my words shall save you.
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.✍️
Violence Begets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
Welcome backkkk. Hope you've been doing well!
Words are powerful for sure. Welcome back 😊