Thrive on pain
Inflict suffering
Against us
And for us
All things are weapons to us
To break a soul down.
The good pass
We forget their ways
Speak kindly
And often
Instead we torture others
And for what, I ask?
A brief peace
By passing our pain
How about
We offer
To lift each other higher?
Together, we may yet rise.
~Thanks for reading! This was my attempt at a Shadorma poem (though it is more than one linked together). It follows a 3/5/3/3/7/5 syllable pattern, without rhymes. I find I enjoy the syllable focused ones as it adds a new challenge with words.
~I will also add it was my entry into a challenge on Prose. They post their own challenges and users can, too. It is a great way to find inspiration if you need it!
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