Between velvet seats and shattered streets...
between victory's toast and silent weeps..
a gilded cage or an open door
what is even wealth if the soul is poor?
Where east and west blur into dusk
while the compass struggles
between south and north
like the shivering fingers
not of the old not of youth
it is painful in the mids
in the Gaps of Humanity
A silence laced with silk and steel,
fortunes whisper where morals kneel.
Chandeliers cast a hesitant glow,
on echoes of hands too soft to sow.
Coins converse in hushed debate,
while justice drowns in silver plated fate.
A throne, a crown, a fragile breath,
the richest still must bow to death.
But tell me, when the silver fades.
when time can no longer be paid.
who stands unshaken, proud, supreme?
The one who owns, or the one who dreams?
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.✍️
FPS: The Last Flame Challenge Winners
Welcome to our first Winners Announcement of the year and to the final challenge in the Fall Poetry Series. The Last Flame invited writers to sit with endings, using fire as a central image to consider what remains when something burns out: ash, warmth, memory, silence, or the faint promise of what comes next. The strongest pieces treated endings as gradual rather than sudden, allowing them to flicker, dim, and linger.
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Oh wow, this was so profound! Loved it!