A Sadist's Undoing

Behind closed doors and tight lips,
there remain words trying to escape.

Behind locked rooms and sealed hearts,
there lies a secret wishing to break shape.


Behind broken homes and unfulfilled promises,
there hides a soul with a hollow.

Behind shattered jars and deceitful smiles,
there lurks a shadow that could wallow.


Behind empty pots and bruised faces,
there waits a rebel like a storm brewing.

Behind windowless houses and cracked spirits,
there awaits a sadist’s undoing.

This poem is about: 
Our world
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