#WritcoPoemPrompt76
Why do people do bad things? Answer this question by writing a poem.

Why Do People Do Bad Things?

In shadows deep, where whispers dwell,
A question stirs, a haunting bell.
Why do hearts, once pure and bright,
Embrace the dark, forsake the light?

Is it the weight of burdens borne,
A path of thorns, where hope is worn?
Or childhood dreams, now turned to dust,
In cruel hands of fate, we trust?

Perhaps it’s fear, that gnawing dread,
Of loss, rejection, words unsaid.
In twisted minds, where anger grows,
A need for power, it often shows.

The world can be a cruel, harsh place,
Where kindness fades without a trace.
Injustice lurks, in every crack,
And many souls feel life’s attack.

Desperation drives the kindest hearts
To make choices that tear apart.
In hunger’s grip, in pain’s tight hold,
Compassion fades, and darkness unfolds.

For some, the past is a heavy chain,
A legacy of hurt, of loss, of pain.
In seeking solace, they stray from the path,
And find themselves caught in the aftermath.

Isolation weaves a tapestry tight,
Where empathy dims,...