out of this world


The last leaf of confidence on the

sickened tree of self value fell softly

onto the soil of society. It was now

dead. That tiny bit of worth she held to

her core vanished almost

instantaneously. Poof. The doubt

enveloped her mind like a puff of

smoke from a cigarette. Just by an

inconsiderate comment. They say God

breaks you to make you, but it feels like

the devil makes you to take you. How

can mere letters have a double edged

sword so sharp it pentrates your wall

as if it was melted butter. Now all the

snipers defending it have been hit. Take

no notice of this chipped glass. It has

no bottom so the water cannot be

contained. S.O.S. Stop ourselves. From

the poisoned seeds we plant into our

hearts. Can you graft a daisy with a yew

Written by Kadeen


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3 thoughts on “S.O.S

  1. Wow …deep

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Adeleke Julianah on said:

    Apt and real deep in depth!

    Liked by 1 person

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