Fresh streams, Tainted Depths
Stagnant
Like rainwater sitting out for days,
Attracting flies,
Like moths to a flame.
Serving no meaningful purpose,
So we remain
Unfulfilled—
Nothing’s changed.
Entrapped
In a recurring cycle,
Appearing to be renewed
As more rainwater starts to fall.
But new drops only meet the surface,
Clean merging with the murk below,
Clear streams swallowed by t...
Monday 18th November 2024 2:57 pm
Through The Storm
A mother’s heart, In pieces,
All hope gone.
Quietly she sits, Reminiscing On the day it all went wrong.
Heart-crushing words,
Unthinkable—
Her whole world torn apart,
As the doctor said,
Apologetic, “We can’t hear the heart.”
Completely numb,
Bewildered,
She sits with a blank stare,
In total denial, Refusing To face her deepest fear
She cried out loud,
Unyiel...
Thursday 14th November 2024 6:01 pm
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