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The written word, burning

Words let loose. The sting.
Its righteousness rang loud.
Anger rising. And it blew up.
Feeling like a slimy toad! Scum!

Then that moment of darkness.
No light! Only a dark void.
Clawing and gasping.
Bawling! The thread snapped.

The ripping of the heart.
The soul felt its shudder.
Dignity stripped bare.
Embarrased beyond words.

One word echos. Sorry!
Yet, is it enough to heal.
The written word, burning.
The heart bleeds in darkness.

By C.E. Pereira


I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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