Whispers Of The Dead

January 21, 2025

Eavesdropping

the liars

where poison is stirred

Their message

rings toxic

the future interred

Foreboding

forsaking

all hope is unstrung

While deaf

to the mantra

— where truth waits unsung

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)

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