As you move onwards, move on from others, the old you should be all they have. Remember who you are.
Tagged by the eloquent @lecosymittens for an 8 word story using remnant. Tagging others but open to all.
Valued no more,⠀
Divisive ideals ⠀
Segregate a whole,⠀
Shear the core.⠀
Please, can we just stop this madness! ⠀
@globalwordsmiths #gwchallenge24#decrepitude ⠀
|| I think it's not necessary for me to use words
my expressions alone can speak volumes
how easy it is for you
to call me a heathen
for I hold traditions divergent from yours
while you're never aware
how your spearheaded words enter my existence;
piercing, making way for it's unwelcomed arrival
delivering pain to each nook and corner
but you seem to forget, my kin
it is pain that feeds one's soul with energy
and if I get fed up with too much of it,
I think you know whom I will use it against.
—(when they can't understand your beliefs and label you a “kaafir”)
I cower in darkness in front of them.
Hands tied behind my back,
Bloody and battered face,
Bruises on my side.
Bleeding heart and scraped knees.
Crawling out of hell, out of the lost abyss
There is no bliss.
They drag me back.
I'm under attack.
I tremble with fear looking at their grotesque faces.
The menacing scowl,
The bone chilling laughter.
It settles in my core
Numbing me from inside.
Is there any use in fighting?
This nightmare is affrighting.
Does this miserable existence needs more chances?
How do I change my circumstances?
Darkness is not a friend merely an illusion.
A sorry excuse of a confidant.
It takes you under its wings,
shrouds you in loneliness, bitterness and misery.
Plays its victorious game of treacherous trickery.
Whispering delicate disastrous deceitful deeds.
But I won't plead or concede
I can't let them succeed.
And the hollow feelings finally settles,
Destroying pretty petals.
They turn their back and walk away
Descending down the hallway.
But demons are never silenced, rarely slayed.
They masquerade during their overstay.
Maybe I should drive them away,
Far away from my hideaway.
/The face of my demons looks a lot like you/
when I think of you in bits and pieces
I think we are like those stars
died within a blink of an eye
their light still travels through
all these planets and moons in space
just like we still dwell in the wild of our memories
but we pretend to live
without our bodies fused in our arms
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