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Furious Foe - Whispers Hollow
Written: August 22, 2026 for a contest sponsored by Margarita Lillico
Quote: "We are all born ignorant, but one must work hard to remain stupid." Benjamin Franklin
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Hidden in my heart, a hunter lies fallow,
A frost facade of fervent pride may hollow.
Shattering under its sheer, insane size,
No vacant void where guilt can seal its rise.
Below the confines, formless faces beam,
Brittle grins on my chest cut nerves with seams—
As the majestic sculpture cascades into falls,
Gracious tyrant glides by chest cracked walls.
Tides ditch, serenely, spurred under the sea,
A ship sank, its mission unknown at sea—
A descent into the sea unbending floor,
I hold the rocks but I long to hold the shore.
The true tormentor takes no tangible form,
No nefarious whispers wove evil harm—
It is the icon inspired by my unique mark,
This smothers self, savor its searing spark.
I became my own assassin in the night,
Barricaded windows against forgiving light.
Yet through the broken veneer of my mind,
Merciful patient, yet ruthless and kept behind.
To cracked shards, grief strips shroud away,
A warmth that wipes out the weariest gray—
Swiftly lost in a recurrent rush of raging swells,
The wall of my ego is thrown in deep wells.
World's false smiles fade without a sound—
They hold no power on this holy ground.
Wrapped in a love without horizon trend,
The wounded heart begins to mend.
Wreck is restored, and winter grip releases,
A stillness falls and calms all anxious pieces.
Freed and fruitful, I raise a freshly formed shell,
Embracing this extraordinary, unearned spell.
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