Looking Through My Window Pane
Looking through my window pane,
Is it just me, or has the world gone insane,
A canvas painted with hues of gray,
Where hope once lived, now shadows play.
A symphony of chaos, a discordant sound,
Humanity stumbles, lost to the ground.
With hearts grown colder, and empathy’s flight,
We navigate darkness, through the dread of night.
Yet, in this madness, a flicker remains,
Faith, Hope and Love, can conquer the pain.
A spark of resilience, a whisper of grace,
Can illuminate even, the darkest of space. 8.8.24
