A World in Fragments

The world feels like it’s cracking beneath our feet—

A place once full of promise now drifting into shadow.

We walk through cities built on silence,

Where kindness fades behind concrete walls

And hope flickers like a tired streetlight in the rain.

People rush past one another,

Eyes lowered, hearts armored,

As if caring has become too heavy to carry.

We speak in noise but not in meaning.

We dream in fear instead of wonder.

The sky above us is bruised with smoke,

Rivers run with what we chose to forget,

And the ground trembles from the weight

Of everything we promised to protect,

But didn’t.

Yet even in the ruins, something tries to grow—

A stubborn spark in the darkest corner,

A reminder that broken does not mean lost.

If we lift our heads, even once,

We might still see the world asking us

To mend it, piece by fragile piece.