dreary shadows loomed over
the haze of nihility, yonder.
our minds were too much
of a mess to ponder
for they were guided by the eyes
which were fixated at the guise
over their brutality.
there was still a lingering hope,
albeit it was ephemeral
that devils, in some parallel
universe, will be angels.
the rage was overpowering the serenity,
making us all lose our sanity.
and hell was not to be blamed
'cause it was empty
and all the devils were here on earth
laughing and mocking us,
for being the designer of
our own catastrophe.
- hell was never to be blamed.
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querencia.
PoetryPOE1 | ❝these verses, how they've become a part of me. scribbled in reverse keeping me in some sort of reverie.❞ ...... querencia - (n.) a place from which one's strength is drawn, where one feels at home; the place where you are your most authentic...
