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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required “Wicked Web of Woes” Is there a reason to rhyme when lifeless fingers breathe toxic agony, whilst disgraced quill suffocates from wildering riddles swerving to the stillness of calcified air? As today, my heart keeps pacing, searching for a symphony of serenity- amid wayward clemency, and when the first star of the evening sky, fades and shatters upon a celestial canvas of colorless dreams. I feel the sweeping wings of salvation, resting amidst clipped faith, drifting swiftly towards abandoned clarity; exiled into barren fields of vast polarities, where hope collapses into an eternal demise, tangled within a wicked web of woeful sagas, trapped between heavy clouds of unshed tears, beneath the crisp cusp of sanity. Yet I stand in sweltering silence, recollecting lost chronicles of who I once was, whilst I’m drowning in waves of vexing numbness, screaming into the oblivious spheres cloaked in smoky arctic haze, questioning the captive chains of reality, in dialects only the moon can comprehend. Am I destined to be caged in sinful darkness that the world fed me, with sharpened knives at empty tables, with faceless ghosts of yesterday? Perhaps there’s still a poem that can unlock the mystery to a future that thrives with fruitful orchards, where rain that tastes succulent wouldn’t burn your flesh, for even the milky-ways would unravel a realm where everything should be as it seems. Vanquishing the strings that bind— daring me to breathe. Ink Empress Fading Star Silence
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