Stigma
The stigma of the blind gave them strength to see,
From the devil, tearing souls, their wrath upon you and me.
The truth is spoken many times and will always take its course,
From deceiving lies and the sanctity of my heart and loves remorse.
Until the dawns sky grey and rain falls on the earth.
Their nocturnal moonlight night will bring a corpse in a womb without his birth.
The life that ended then will float as ghosts stay silent.
And deaf ears will listen for voices not then yet reminded.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 17th, 2024 21:29
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Comments1
Brilliantly written in paradox this poem calls out for understanding. It reads as almost a prophecy.
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