In the cloud cast by whispered lies,
I stand alone, my spirit undenied.
A storm of words, a tempest in disguise,
Yet, through the dark, my truth shall not die.
With venomous tongues that seek to maim,
They weave a tale of scorn and shame.
But I, unyielding, will not bend,
For in my heart, I know the truth will mend.
When daggers of deceit aim to pierce,
They wound the soul, but can't coerce.
A fortress built upon my worth,
Shall shield me from this vile curse.
For falsehoods spread like wildfire's breath,
Yet flames of malice won't conquer my depth.
The truth, a beacon shining bright,
Will guide me through the darkest night.
In every heart, I'll plant a seed,
A seed of doubt, a chance to heed.
To see beyond the web they weave,
To find the truth, they must believe.
For defamations, like the sands of time,
Will be washed away, leaving no sign.
And as the tides of justice rise,
The truth will stand, and so shall I.
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Author:
Sheikhspeare (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 2nd, 2023 12:24
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Lovely! Share more please!
Thank you, will Surely
Very telling. From the heart.
Thank you
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