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The strange destroyer
poem

The strange destroyer

The strange destroyer



The old peaceful and strongest

Of all buildings

It is easier to destroy

but very hard to build


You destroyed that building

That has never experienced any crack

Even though you were aware I was in it

You let the bricks fall on me

Hurting me,I moaned in pain

But you never noticed

Many emotions ran through me


Could it be that you doubt

If it was actually I that was in??

I scream and moan in endless pain

You heard me but ignored me

Maybe you don't like the building anymore

Maybe it's too old and wrinkle to you


With my tears,the bruises,the pains

I move to the wall

And joined you destroy the building

Ignoring the bricks that keep falling on me


I destroy it painfully

With a broken heart

We destroyed it till it was totally down

The land became empty once more


I lost myself

My emotions died and

Were buried under my tears

I was too weak to walk

But strong enough to break bricks with you


The ground shook in fear

The wind shifted, trembling

I could see you shaking

I could sense your weak muscles

I could feel your strength fading

But you kept on breaking bricks


I became stronger

But my strength couldn't match

The weakness in my tears


You didn't want to see my face

I tried to see your face

For the last time

Maybe I will find answers

But you turned immediately

The building was down and walk

Hastily out of my sight


I stand to watch you

Thinking you would turn for the last time

But you never did


I turned and walk away

Into the waiting arms of large

Peaceful crowd

But you,

You walked into the waiting arms

Of crowd who smiled outs

ide

With a golden box filled with

Rotten locust in their hearts .

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Comments (6)

@Galaktic 27/08/2026
Beautiful porm
@Galaktic 27/08/2026
Beautiful poem
@vargty44 27/08/2026
Beautiful and well written πŸ’―
De Aura quin (@Deauraquin26) 28/08/2026
Thanks 😊
Amestclassy (@estheriumtk) 27/08/2026
Sometimes the crowd with unfamiliar faces are more peaceful than a familiar face
Emy (@emyquill2) 27/08/2026
Felt the pain

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De Aura quinπŸ”₯πŸ‘‘
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Poet and storyteller
Enugu
I convert emotions into words and say them out through my pen and paper

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