In the quiet shadow of our world,

Where laughter should dance like whispers in the breeze,

You took a child’s innocence—

A gentle spirit woven from trust,

And turned their joy into shrouded fear.What darkness led you to that place?

A fleeting touch, a stolen space,

Where love should bloom, and safety reign,

Instead carved wounds, a lingering stain.

What lives have you upturned in your wake?

What fragile hearts have you led to quake?You wore a mask, adorned in grace,

But underneath, a tainted place,

Beneath the laughter, secrets swirl,

Each beating pulse, a silent whirl.

Do you see the eyes, wide with dread?

Do you hear their cries, the words unsaid?In moments stolen with cruel intent,

You wrote a tale from innocence bent—

A narrative tangled in confusion,

Where light succumbs to dark delusion.

What demons dance behind your gaze?

What stories lost in a moral haze?Outside the window, the sun may shine,

But in that space, no stars align,

For echoes linger where trust once grew,

A garden trampled, a friendship askew.

You could have nurtured, you could have cared,

Instead, you shattered, you ensnared.So let this be a call to those who’ve strayed,

To see the cost of the roles we played,

To mend the fabric of what we have torn,

To heal the hearts that bear the scorn.

In a world where joy should intertwine,

Let love be sacred, let kindness align.Walk back from the edge and find your way,

And think of the paths where children play,

In the light of truth, let shadows fall,

For healing whispers can conquer all.