In the Shadows Of Poetry

The Face of Cruelty

Cruelty has a face
that mirrors the dark depths of the soul,
it is a cold gaze
unshaken by pity,
a hand
that strikes without warning,
that never looks back at the marks it leaves behind,
a voice
that speaks without feeling,
words sharp as daggers
piercing to the bone,
and in its shadow, humanity fades,
a chasm
that swallows every spark of light.

Cruelty is born from pain
that has turned to cold steel,
a flame
burning in the heart,
scorching everything
in its path,
a frost
enveloping the heart and soul,
and in its grip, warmth is lost,
the warmth that once gave life meaning,
it is fire and ice in one,
leaving behind
only ashes and desolation.

Cruelty is a silent,
lurking beast,
waiting
for its moment
to bare its teeth
and sink them
into the most tender spot,
a force
that hides in the shadows,
preying on fear and weakness,
a wolf among sheep,
coming not with mercy,
but with a single intent-to destroy,
and in its eyes, there is no compassion,
only a cold,
relentless void.

But cruelty
is not only physical,
it is also a poison
spread by words,
seeping
into the mind, planting seeds of doubt,
a look
that can wound more deeply than any blade,
a silence
that condemns to oblivion,
a turned back
in a moment of need,
a betrayal
hidden behind a smile,
and in every gesture,
there is a venom
that slowly,
but surely, spreads.

Cruelty is also a mirror,
showing us
our own darkness,
a reminder
that within each of us
lies a dark corner
where something terrible can be born,
a reflection
of our deepest fears and weaknesses,
emerging
in moments of desperation,
a part of us
that turns away from the light,
seeking
satisfaction in the suffering of others.

But cruelty
is not invincible,
it is weakness disguised as strength,
fear
hiding behind a mask of power,
and in every act of cruelty,
there is a fragility
that can be broken,
that can be overcome,
it is darkness
that retreats before light,
a void
that can be filled with love,
a wound
that can be healed,
when we find
the courage to face it,
when we choose
not to respond to pain with pain,
but instead to walk the path
of compassion and understanding.

So, when you encounter
cruelty,
know that it is just a mask
hiding weakness,
a shadow
that fears the light,
and in every strike of cruelty,
there is an emptiness
crying out for fulfillment,
waiting for someone
who dares to see beyond the mask,
who dares to bring light
where there was darkness,
and in that moment,
when you choose to stand up to cruelty,
you transform the world,
making it a better place,
where pain and suffering
lose their power,
and in their place grows hope,
guiding us all
on the journey of life.