It wasn’t real, that connection you held up like something rare. It was only your restless emptiness reaching outward, never inward where truth lived. There was something in you, a rare kind of wrongness, not loud, but steady, growing in the quiet corners You refused to clean. Your habits sank deep, roots of neglect and excuse, feeding on your comfort, tightening around any chance of becoming better. Inside your chest, something lingered, not wounded, but slowly rotting from everything you chose not to face. Your words carried weight, but not wisdom, dirty with judgment, falling on others as if they owed you effort You would never give yourself. You dreamed wildly, expected greatly, Yet moved nowhere. Laziness sat in you like spring, fresh, alive, growing stronger each day You chose not to change. And so you became a tree, Not shaped by storms, but by stillness. Not broken, but unused. A tree that stands alone, roots deep in wasted time, branches stretched with empty wants, leaves gree...
In lands where the earth is scarred by strife,
Where shadows linger, cutting through life,
The cries of the fallen, the hopes of the weak,
A world in turmoil, so many to seek.
Across the mountains, through cities in flame,
A cycle repeats, no one’s to blame—
Yet blame is a chain that keeps hearts apart,
Love is a language that mends every heart.
We are but one voice in this endless storm,
Seeking the light that will transform—
Not borders or battles, not walls we have made,
But the bonds of our hearts, unafraid.
For peace is the seed that the future will sow,
A garden of grace where the children will grow.
A place where the sun sets on laughter, not tears,
Where hope is the wind that silences fears.
The earth is our canvas, the skies our guide,
Let us paint the future with peace as our pride.
For the children who follow, let’s leave them the dawn,
A world where the wars are forever withdrawn.
Let the flame of compassion light up the night,
A beacon of love, shining ever so bright.
For the peace we yearn for must come from within,
Only then can the future begin.
So let us raise voices, let us unite,
To nurture tomorrow and set things right.
For peace is the answer, the call we must heed,
A world reborn, where no one will bleed.
© 2025 Gloria Penelope
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