You laugh at them. You point your finger and call them a fool. Their silence amuses you, their gentleness becomes your joke, and the crowd joins your laughter as if kindness were weakness. It feels enjoyable today, sweet on your tongue like careless victory. Their patience becomes your stage, their humility your entertainment. But time is a quiet witness. It watches without speaking, It writes its lessons slowly in the turning pages of life. A day will come When laughter turns into tears. The echoes of your mockery will return to your own ears like thunder across an empty sky. Situations will arise without warning, storms without hands to beat you Yet heavy enough to break your pride. Pain will arrive quietly, And you will feel the trembling of a heart that once laughed too loudly. And that fool, that funny person you once mocked, may stand in the distance, not laughing, but witnessing your tears, your shaking voice, Your falling ego. For life has a patient way of bending the tallest p...
I lingered where the candle died,
A fleeting breath that should have sighed.
Hands once warm, now cold as stone,
Left me trembling, left me alone.
The clock froze when my heart gave out,
The world kept spinning, unaware of doubt.
They thought the darkness would bury me deep,
But I woke where the shadows never sleep.
Through walls I drift, a silent glare,
I see their eyes, but they don't see mine.
Whispers curl around their dreams,
Twisting laughter into silent screams.
I taste the fear they cannot flee,
A bitter draught of memory.
Each step I take behind their walls,
A ghost’s revenge in quiet calls.
I was undone in a fleeting night,
Yet now I am endless, veiled in fright.
No chains can bind me, no grave can hold,
A spirit’s fury cannot grow cold.
And though I wail without a tongue,
Their guilt is written, forever sung.
For I am the shadow they failed to see,
The echo of life that will not set free.
I haunt the places they thought were mine,
A restless mark through endless time.
Death may have taken the flesh I bore,
But my vengeance lives forevermore.
© 2025 Gloria Penelope
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