Clock strikes 12
— I knew my time has come
Driven by the winds
of temptation and deception;
Carried by the sea
in deep despair and misery;
Entangled by the vines
of confusion and solitude.
He is now free,
He is a free man.
I had my time,
and I taught him a lot;
He was resting,
but he is returning.
It's time for me to go:
Until we meet again.
- Depression
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A Lifetime of Regrets
PoetryOur life is just simply a lifetime of regrets; continuously living them or learning from them. This is a collection of poems that tackles depression, insecurity, self-love, identity, relationships, family, suicide, hope, inspiration, and learning fr...
