When your gaze found mine, the whole world swayed, As if the earth had missed a hidden beat; The sunlight suddenly grew unafraid, Then melted like warm gold around my feet. I tried to look away, but something stayed, A trembling little universe in you; My eyes became two doors I could not close, And every secret seemed to wander through. I felt my cheeks turn roses in the rain, A sudden fire underneath my skin; The stars began to whisper my sweet shame, While little suns kept blooming from within. Your eyes were not just eyes, they were a place, A strange blue room where gravity was gone; I wandered through the silence of your gaze And somehow lost the person I was on. My heartbeat stumbled, then forgot its name, It ran barefoot through corridors of light; I blushed as though the moon had called me beautiful, Then hid my face from heaven's watching sight. The trees leaned closer, jealous of the view, The flowers opened wider just to see; Even the wind became unusually shy, As thoug...
There was once a heart
that did not begin cruel.
It once carried softness,
once understood love, and
once trembled at the sight of pain.
But darkness is patient.
It does not destroy everything at once.
It whispers first.
Quiet lies slipped gently into wounds.
Bitterness planted like seeds.
Anger fed slowly over time
until kindness began starving inside.
The heart changed quietly.
Smiles became masks.
Compassion became weakness.
Trust became something to exploit.
And the soul slowly learned,
how to feel powerful,
through the suffering of others.
Evil rarely arrives
wearing horns or flames.
Sometimes it hides
inside wounded pride,
inside greed,
Inside, jealousy left untreated,
inside pain that refused to heal
and instead learned how to spread itself.
The devilish heart grew colder with time.
It laughed at innocence.
Fed on control.
Turned love into manipulation
and truth into poison.
Even silence became dangerous around it.
Yet beneath all the darkness,
buried somewhere deep,
was the fragile memory
of who that heart once was.
Because no soul is born monstrous.
Some are simply consumed slowly
by shadows they chose to entertain
until the shadows finally felt like home.
And perhaps that is the tragedy of evil.
Not that darkness exists,
But sometimes people
Invite it in so often
They forget they were ever meant
to live in the light.
© 2026 Gloria Penelope
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