They were the elite with the higher echelons at their beck and call.
Took away my sense of security and shook me out of my reverie.
A curveball so hard that it knocked me out,while in the process of recovery-I got bludgeoned by them,again.
This time around,I lost all feeling-went on doing what was expected of me,like an automaton.
Time heals,perhaps but for me my words will be my therapy.
I wait in the shadows to strike,perhaps, while my deeply seated hatred and indifference turns me into them.
Ah,the ruiners.
Woe betide'em.
Exactly my feeling. Beautifully weaved:)
ReplyDeleteDreadfully honest. Excellent. Thank you.
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