it started as a whisper
soft warnings…
just at the edges of awareness
the way a storm builds
only a murmur in the distance
drifting on a slight breeze
but it grew…
from a tiny sound
barely audible…
to a full blown roar
leaving nothing behind
only total destruction…
no going back now
too broken to survive
no repairing what’s been destroyed
scatter the ashes and call it done
it’s time for complete reconstruction
a convergence
a revolution









Burn it down to build it back up stronger, more stable. I mean this gets the blood pumping with this one
Diggin the sentiment riding this vibe, Willow
Always heavy with your poetic messaging
Much respect
Naaj
Powerfully penned, Willow. Another excellent write with a protest vibe my friend. This one has some really heavy layers throughout. Also I really, really, dig the title. Chef’s kiss! Amazing read as always my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian