I remember the days
when compassion
wasn’t a stranger.
Now we’re in darker times.
A creeping feeling—
apathy is the norm.
It feels dangerous
to know
there’s no turning back.
All caught up
in the madness,
no room
for sadness.
We live in a world
where humanity
has fallen.
Gaslighting everywhere.
No one reads
between the lines.
They glance past the facts,
look away
instead of standing
for human rights.
I remember the days
when compassion
wasn’t a stranger.
When we weren’t told
to sympathize
with hate.
I can live
with madness.
But to accept it
as the norm—
that is madness.
Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 4:12 PM UTC
I remember the days
when compassion
wasn’t a stranger.
Now we’re in darker times.
A creeping feeling—
apathy is the norm.
It feels dangerous
to know
there’s no turning back.
All caught up
in the madness,
no room
for sadness.
We live in a world
where humanity
has fallen.
Gaslighting everywhere.
No one reads
between the lines.
They glance past the facts,
look away
instead of standing
for human rights.
I remember the days
when compassion
wasn’t a stranger.
When we weren’t told
to sympathize
with hate.
I can live
with madness.
But to accept it
as the norm—
that is madness.
this poem came out fast — urgent, unpolished. it speaks to the ache of watching compassion slip from the public eye, replaced by apathy and gaslight. it’s a refusal to accept cruelty as the norm.
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