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Sphinx

My father was a silent man,
a sphinx that never gave me a chance
to solve its riddle.
He had few words to share
but he knew how to use them to stab me,
even in broad daylight.
I couldn't ignore his soft, polite cruelty,
his mild-mannered darkness.
I knew his where the whispers of a snake,
the treacheries of a seasoned trickster.
I just couldn't prove it.
He left nothing but ruins in his wake,
dust and stones, the bones of my youth.
What am I going to do now
with this mound of ashes?
He disappeared before his time
but I'm the one left
to pace the walls of hell.
Written by Mundus
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Author's Note
This is a poem I wrote about a year ago. Still trying to heal from those old wounds.
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