Hearsay

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Hearsay

The hearsay is here to stay

It’s vibrates off the ear drum like white noise

It sounds like a windup, toy T-rex

It whispers, Why do you even try?

It screams, You have nothing left

 

It eats through your peaceful dreams

It destroys your sense of self

We have a toxic love affair with rumors

We buy into them

With no means to support their existence

 

We polish them when the shine gets dull

We keep them in trunks

And closet spaces the world never sees

Logged deep in a hurt soul

 

They dangle in the wind

They float in the roaring sea

They roam the never-ending wood

As one of the wolf pack

 

Love always, Esha ❤

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