Anthology Of Love(Poetry Collection)

Untitled: Part 53

In the shadows where darkness reigns, 

Lies the realm where negativity stains.

 It creeps and crawls, a venomous tide, 

Seeping into hearts where dreams reside.

In whispers low, it plants its seed,

Feeding on doubts, it begins to feed.

It gnaws at hope with relentless might,

Casting gloom, dimming every light.

With subtle tendrils, it wraps its hold, 

Around the spirit, once bright and bold. 

It whispers lies, it sows despair, 

Leaving trails of anguish everywhere.

In the mind, it builds its fortress tall, 

Where doubts echo and fears enthrall.

 It paints the world in shades of gray,

 Turning joy to ash, in its dismay.

Negativity, a silent killer, 

Steals laughter, replaces it with grief. 

It clouds the vision, dims the sight, 

Burying dreams in the dead of night.

Like a poison, it spreads its curse,

 Infecting souls, making hearts rehearse.

The sorrows of yesterday, the fears of tomorrow,

 It drowns the spirit in waves of sorrow.

It breeds contempt, it fosters hate, 

Turning love to resentment's state. 

It blinds the eyes to beauty's grace,

 Leaving behind an empty space.

Negativity is the most toxic weapon in the world,

It destroys and blinds people completely to core.

Humans are affected by it's deceiption,

And to an extent it leads people to emptiness.

This power is so evil within, it can do mischiefs,

Hypnotise many without their knowing.

Make it seem delusional and turn hatred,

Into war and crimes ending with destruction.

In its grip, friendships wither and die, 

As trust fades away, and souls cry. 

It tears apart what once was whole,

 Leaving behind a fractured soul.

Lost souls wonder around and get stuck,

In a cage with no chances of escape.

With no hope and possibly miracles,

They want to fly high like a bird in the sky.