u/TheAstorPastor

The crib was empty.
The mother gasped,
tears tracing silent paths.
The man arrived,
a shadow in the doorway,
his weight fell upon her.
The mother wept.

The crib was empty.
The man sat,
eyes burning crimson,
the whip slipping from his grasp,
his hands heavy with silence.
The mother wept.

The crib was empty.
The man thirsted.
The mother brought him water,
but it did not soothe him.
His eyes burned anew.
The mother wept.

The crib was empty.
The mother’s flesh bloomed red,
peeling, falling,
blood flowing like the tears before.
The man was relentless.
The mother wept.

The crib was empty.
Day bled into night,
night into years.
Still, the mother wept.

The crib was empty.
A knock at the door,
the man answered.
A boy in his twenties stood.
“Father,” he whispered.
The man’s lips curled with joy.
The mother wept.

The crib was empty.
The boy rushed forward,
knocking the man to the ground.
“Mother, oh Mother,” he cried,
his gaze turning,
sharpening.
The mother wept.

The crib was empty.
The boy held steel in his hands,
gleaming and then red.
“This is not enough,” he murmured.
The mother wept.

The crib was empty.
The man lay still,
dragged into the night,
offered to waiting hands.
The mother wept,
“The crib is not empty anymore.”

The crib was empty.
The mother gasped,
tears tracing silent paths.
The man arrived,
a shadow in the doorway,
his weight fell upon her.
The mother wept.

The crib was empty.
The man sat,
eyes burning crimson,
the whip slipping from his grasp,
his hands heavy with silence.
The mother wept.

The crib was empty.
The man thirsted.
The mother brought him water,
but it did not soothe him.
His eyes burned anew.
The mother wept.

The crib was empty.
The mother’s flesh bloomed red,
peeling, falling,
blood flowing like the tears before.
The man was relentless.
The mother wept.

The crib was empty.
Day bled into night,
night into years.
Still, the mother wept.

The crib was empty.
A knock at the door,
the man answered.
A boy in his twenties stood.
“Father,” he whispered.
The man’s lips curled with joy.
The mother wept.

The crib was empty.
The boy rushed forward,
knocking the man to the ground.
“Mother, oh Mother,” he cried,
his gaze turning,
sharpening.
The mother wept.

The crib was empty.
The boy held steel in his hands,
gleaming and then red.
“This is not enough,” he murmured.
The mother wept.

The crib was empty.
The man lay still,
dragged into the night,
offered to waiting hands.
The mother wept,
“The crib is not empty anymore.”

in the darkest of destiny,
the heartless glory
and the failed achievement
he stood against the fall

the fall of bitterness
the rise of love
that solidified the mortal
into a golden bain

thou art mine love'th
love'th of the earthen soil
mist of petrichor
and that fall

I cried, I begged for forgiveness
I asked to be forgiven and I cried
Days went by, I cried and begged for forgiveness
I started at the abyss

I saw a tree
I still begged for forgiveness
I saw a leaf being let go by the Mother Earth
I saw a flow of blood, and I went numb and dumb

Then, the Lord appeared
Surrounded by Satans
Wielding a stick of an angel
He spoke and pointed in a direction

I looked and saw nothing
I went numb and dumb
I asked him for forgiveness,
And ask what's there?

The stick stood up and pointed in the same direction
I looked again, and turned again and cried, "Lord, There's nothing there"
That stick stood it's ground

I again turned, and stared in the abyss for hours and hours, yet I couldn't see anything.
I cried horrendously
I stomped and went numb and dumb

I begged the Satans, and the Angels
I stood at stoops of heaven and rises of hell
I asked the sages and the monks
I saw nothing

I beseeched the Lord, and begged him
I cried and forgave him

A whimper came to my heart,
And Lord took me to the side
He said, there's nothing there

I went confused and numb and dumb
I thought and it struck me
The leaf, and the blood
I cried and cried and again asked for forgiveness

If you were not the rose, my love,
then be the fragrance
Lingering upon my hands after I have let go,
be the fragrance.

And if you were not the fragrance, my love,
then be the breath
Resting softly between my ribs,
be the breath.

And if you were not the breath, my love,
then be the night
So I may gather you in my sleepless arms,
be the night.

And if you were not the night, my love,
then be the dream
Returning to me when the world grows cruel,
be the dream.

And if you were not the dream, my love,
then be the morning
The first thing my heart reaches for,
be the morning.

And if you were not the morning, my love,
then be the silence
Where even my unspoken longing may rest beside you,
be the silence.

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This is heavily inspired from Mahmoud Darwish's If you were not the Rain, my Love. The theme is exactly the same

The poem is not explicity feminist in nature. But the theme significantly overlaps with the current societal fabric. The human apathy in regards to victim

I lay lifeless on the road
Or so it seemed.
People passed by, laughing, cheering,
Their joy unshaken by death's shadow.
For the first time, I saw laughter mock mortality.

Life, a treasure for some,
But a trifle for others.
The soul, priceless in essence,
Yet sold for pennies.
Even 'zrael couldn’t fathom
This jest in the face of demise.

To trample the weak and the poor
An art of modern times.
The rich bask in their abundance,
While the poor quietly fade away.

We feast on the ruins of others,
A banquet built on bones and broken dreams.
The rich wear their indifference like gold,
The poor, with empty hands, beg for scraps
In the shadow of towering glass.

A crimson river flows,
For some, a lifeline;
For others, mere waste.
Rape, murder, genocide
For some, tragedy; for others, amusement.

A stranger’s pain is nothing but background noise,
As we scroll, entertained by another’s fall.
Rape becomes a whisper in the dark,
A brutal thing forgotten in a headline.
Murder is no longer tragedy
Just another headline to ignore.

Humanity has lost its name,
Lost it to greed and apathy.
Some lose their lives,
Others, their loved ones.
No one can price a life,
Yet it’s treated as worthless.

We speak of justice, but the scales are broken,
Balance lost to greed and hollow promises.
The victims, nameless and faceless,
Their cries fade in the chaos of apathy.
And those who turn away,
Smile, believing it’s someone else’s problem.

Death — a sport for some,
Life — a treasure for others.
The victims weep;
The perpetrators revel.
Is life so cheap? Is death so trivial?

The crib was empty.
The mother gasped,
tears tracing silent paths.
The man arrived,
a shadow in the doorway,
his weight fell upon her.
The mother wept.

The crib was empty.
The man sat,
eyes burning crimson,
the whip slipping from his grasp,
his hands heavy with silence.
The mother wept.

The crib was empty.
The man thirsted.
The mother brought him water,
but it did not soothe him.
His eyes burned anew.
The mother wept.

The crib was empty.
The mother’s flesh bloomed red,
peeling, falling,
blood flowing like the tears before.
The man was relentless.
The mother wept.

The crib was empty.
Day bled into night,
night into years.
Still, the mother wept.

The crib was empty.
A knock at the door,
the man answered.
A boy in his twenties stood.
“Father,” he whispered.
The man’s lips curled with joy.
The mother wept.

The crib was empty.
The boy rushed forward,
knocking the man to the ground.
“Mother, oh Mother,” he cried,
his gaze turning,
sharpening.
The mother wept.

The crib was empty.
The boy held steel in his hands,
gleaming and then red.
“This is not enough,” he murmured.
The mother wept.

The crib was empty.
The man lay still,
dragged into the night,
offered to waiting hands.
The mother wept,
“The crib is not empty anymore.”

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The cycle of pain has come full circle, and I did not continue after this, so as to leave the rest up for a variety of interpretation.

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i am seeing this constant. but upon opening, there's literally no new message. the last message is from feb 6th