Wicked people in a wicked world
Words can cut worse than a knife
Wicked people in a wicked world
Spinning chaos,
casting shadows,
promises snare,
glances cut like daggers.
They thrive on lies,
building empires
on broken trust,
masks polished,
stained by deceit.
The air hangs heavy,
but truth glimmers,
an ember waiting,
ready to ignite,
revealing strength within.
We rise, resilient,
daring to dance
in the storm,
for even in darkness,
hope finds a way,
blooming defiantly,
in hearts that remain whole.
About the Creator
George’s Girl 2026
I've been writing poetry since the age of 10. With pen in hand, I wander the realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture you ❤️#Marie381UkWrites
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Comments (2)
A poem to grow on and learn how to understand. Good job.
This is deep and meaningful… A poem of rising from the ashes and returning, stronger, better. Lovely.