Envy’s silent ember
burns every cell-
miasma of stale rancor emits-
from nostrils, mouth
and every pore-
then slowly spirals up-
to engulf the earth
wholly.
Death chuckles
licking up blood.
I sit
almost dazed-
in this world of Hollowmen
without breathing
being stifled-
without seeing
being blinded-
without praying
words being broken,
melted and vaporized.
I wonder how much hatred a man could carry to crush more than 80 people and wounding a hundred….
Posted for Sanaa’s Prompt Nights _ Hate’s a parasite that rots the Soul – [22] @ A Dash Of Sunny
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Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United
