This poem is for people haunted by eyes that once sparkled with wonder, now overflowing with ruin.

She chose—and obsessed—to go to the soul cage.
I wrote this once I saw: love without real caution is just code waiting to flood.
Faith sank deeper when pretence ended and her obsession met my disarray.
No sermon here—just the confession of waves that overwhelmed what she pursued.

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