Even if the world begins to burn,
I won’t let my shadow turn from black.
Even if it burns loud and cold,
my heart stay still like steel.
Whether a clock’s ticking,
or a heart pound beats—
both rings
until the world burns away.
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Author:
Ezekiel Olayemi (
Online) - Published: October 3rd, 2025 18:20
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Comments1
Cryptic in its metaphors it speaks in whispers to a screaming world. Nicely written and a fave
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