As one inhales, taking hold of the chords that bind
So to does the creeping hand of fear reach to one’s throat to strangle
The thousand-tongued song of insanity
And one may indeed exhale to then find
Only the void of annihilation that swallows
The empty silence of clarity
Though, betwixt all that gives and all that takes
As death draws on ever closer to all that has been given gift of breath
Ne’er is the guiding voice of destiny stifled
Upon the ears of children
© Sayer Teller
I love the way you write. It’s so breathtaking and inspiring. It’d be great if you could check out my page and give me some feedback. That could really help me improve my writing. Love the work, I look forward to more 💯
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I’d be honoured to. Thank you so much for the kind words.
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You are an exceptionally talented writer. “The thousand-tongued song of insanity” – just beautiful.
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Your words were felt, thank you.
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