Yesterday (my yesterday) was the right time to post something like this.
WOUNDED
Words fall on deaf ears,
lost in translation
where arrogance kills humility.
In this vicious cycle,
we learn only to unlearn
giving power to jealous gods.
We fan the fire
with senseless tears
and we feed the pain
with self-inflicted pity.
What evil there must be
that resides in broken hearts?
No hope. No pride.
No power over it
that engulfs us.
Only a hatred
kept with a force
that kills wounded souls.
Copyright © by J.Gi Federizo
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