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Unsavoury Sweets

Sep 19, 2025
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By Anna Nemeth


The noises of the day gave way echoing its chaos as the sun rose slowly the birds sang their merry tunes as I walked upon the sand dunes everyday listening to the whispers of my heart feeling lost without you everything had been planned so meticulous like the grains of sand running through my hands you let it all go my heart raced along remembering how could you how could you listen to the toxic voices the voices of the discontented like them you became a menace a thorn  a scabby warrior with no means but an end. The days go by I see and hear your sound so painful and mourning like the toxic poison you drank with your buddies boastful and loud you all looked like clowns thinking that I'd always be around your jokes all sickening and not at all sound though you chuckled together like vulgar beasts at a feast oh but to be in your arms thank God no more yet the yearning from years gone by the warmth The laughter are but a fleeting moment of snippets of life . The dreaded harsh sound of your critical critiques of how things should be done are down the drain along with the tears of yester years the jekyll and Hyde of you love song finally out of my heart as I feel the splash of waves against my skin thank goodness my angels had had my back eagerly showing me  the path to peace no longer can you penetrate through to what's good to  be within me I've earned my stripes my colours my vibes that encase me gone are you with you sarcastic grin  just like an empty bottle of gin you've gone  in the bin like unsavoury sweets sickly and salty treats.


By Anna Nemeth


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