Mercy came knocking once, a pale wanderer draped in dawn, with weary eyes and gentle hands, carrying no sword, only the burden of understanding. But the wicked knew not her face. Their hearts were citadels of stone, where compassion died unnamed and every wound became a weapon. They barred the gates. For mercy is a stranger in the hearts of the wicked. She walks their halls unseen, a ghost among shadows, whispering of forgiveness to ears that worship vengeance. They drink from poisoned wells and call bitterness wisdom. They sharpen grief into blades and wear cruelty like a crown. Where mercy offers a bridge, they build a wall. Where mercy kneels, they strike. And so she leaves quietly, taking her light with her, while darkness settles deeper into chambers already cold. The wicked do not fear mercy, they fear what mercy reveals: that beneath their iron masks, beneath their kingdoms of pride, beneath the ruins they call strength, there lives a trembling truth they dare not face. For merc...
Married, yet speaking borrowed love,
Words dressed sweet, intentions thin,
A heart that wanders elsewhere freely,
While vows grow quiet, worn within.
Just a player passing through hearts,
Hoping to taste, then disappear,
Calling it love, calling it fate,
While truth stays distant, unclear.
Across the line, a trusting soul stands,
Hands open, faith held tight,
Sending love with no conditions,
Believing every word, every night.
They build hope on fragile promises,
Dreams shaped by a practiced voice,
Unaware they’re loving a shadow,
Not a man, but a reckless choice.
A marriage worn like a costume,
A life lived carefully untrue,
Smiling in public, deceiving in silence,
Breaking hearts without ever choosing to be new.
Oh, the cruelty of false affection,
When one loves deeply, the other plays—
One offers truth in its purest form,
The other survives by lies and masquerades.
May truth one day tear the curtain down,
And free the heart that loves so real,
For love deserves honesty, not games,
Not a player’s touch, but something you can feel.
© 2026 Gloria Penelope
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