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Category: Poetry


A knock came on the door, That freezy night, When everything Seemed to have been Falling apart,   Slaughtered virtues Were finally deceased, Wearing a mask of negativity, The Satan looked All pleased. . .   Thoughtless mind, Hopeless soul, The heart fluttered a rhythm, A lament unknown. . . “Who’s there?” came a writhing cry, “It’s me, Hope. Just open the door, My Child, “I don’t need you anymore, Anytime, in any form, I reach for you to leave, To a place, You won’t be ignored”, “I reach for… Read more Hope