Thursday, October 10, 2024

In the night's silence, phones light up with need,
Crisis hotlines a beacon for those who plead.
Yet amidst the dark, a twisted game unfolds,
Deceitful calls, where decency is paroled.

Unveiling tales of sorrow, heartache bleeds,
Counselors lend a listening ear to misdeeds.
But hidden behind falsities they pose,
A venomous vine in virtue's fragrant rose.

Through wires whispering secrets untold,
Predators lurk, their vile intentions bold,
To twist and taint these sanctuaries of care,
Creating chaos where hope was once bared.

In a realm meant for solace and reprieve,
Such malevolence, hearts and minds deceive.
But within this darkness, a light will shine,
Standing strong against the vile, malign.