The Veracious

Sun, 02/17/2019 - 09:47 -- EliJay

They called her a writer.

A witch.

A Manipulator of words.


Etching them into corners,

Onto walls,

Abandoned buildings,

Scraps of paper,

And passing ears.


Her words had power,

Obvious to everyone.




She thought they went unnoticed.

Not realizing the impact,

Of silent communication,

And unspoken truth.


This poem is about: 
Our world


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