No Power In The Verse Can Stop Me NaPoWriMo 2025

We wrap stories around each other like great woollen blankets 
To insulate us against the cold of unknowns
Taking words learnt long ago 
And moulding them into tiny pieces of comfort 
To be passed on, in new and varied forms 

I can only hope, against hope, that one fine day 
Some of the random shit I say 
Will make its way into the lexicon of those who remember 
Still here haunting you from beyond the grave