Wicked people in a wicked world
Words can cut worse than a knife
Wicked people in a wicked world
Spinning chaos,
casting shadows,
promises snare,
glances cut like daggers.
They thrive on lies,
building empires
on broken trust,
masks polished,
stained by deceit.
The air hangs heavy,
but truth glimmers,
an ember waiting,
ready to ignite,
revealing strength within.
We rise, resilient,
daring to dance
in the storm,
for even in darkness,
hope finds a way,
blooming defiantly,
in hearts that remain whole.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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It's difficult for me to know where to start with a review of this book as it was, for me, an entirely unique experience and one that I'll probably never have again. I don't want that to be interpreted as unenjoyable but it has left me scratching my head a little and ruminating on its content, its themes and its characters.
By Rachel Deeming2 days ago in BookClub
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A poem to grow on and learn how to understand. Good job.
This is deep and meaningful… A poem of rising from the ashes and returning, stronger, better. Lovely.