A heart that withers
Between glorified falsification and mocked truth
Swept away by the waves of apathetic silence
A world that forgot the beauty of kindness
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Private sphere to let it all out, to give everything to the matters of the heart, and to release the pipe of toxicity that keeps chaining onto me.)
For The Unloving World
A heart that withers
Between glorified falsification and mocked truth
Swept away by the waves of apathetic silence
A world that forgot the beauty of kindness
Throwing behind all trust and love
Into a pool labelled weakness
I loathed this practice
As I am trampled by the malice
Dying in the creek of soundless grace
Of life's treacherous melody
This is a very good poem. What was on your mind when you wrote this?