Steel could pierce a lot of armors,
Chain, iron, bronze or an alloy with remorse.
Piercing through, who wears such thing would rupture,
Rendered broken, sundered down to protect a creature.
Such that feelings, would pierce through the toughest metals.
As the edges of jealousy, anger, grief and distrust.
Protection made useless, it would pierce through the heart,
the soul, would be broken, lost on how to take a whole restart.
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The Whispering Quills
PoetryThis collection delves into the chambers of memory, where love and loss echo in hushed whispers. It's not just a book of poems; it's an intimate journey through the human heart, inviting you to confront your own depths and find solace in shared expe...
