Grudge
@monowords present:- 'Grudge'
A weight that clings, a shadow that stays,
Through countless nights and endless days.
It whispers doubts, it fuels the fire,
A prison forged by wounded desire.
The heart it grips, the soul it chains,
In silent storms, it feeds on pains....
A weight that clings, a shadow that stays,
Through countless nights and endless days.
It whispers doubts, it fuels the fire,
A prison forged by wounded desire.
The heart it grips, the soul it chains,
In silent storms, it feeds on pains....