In the depths of my soul, a confession I bear,
The gleam in my eyes, it has faded, I swear.
Once filled with wonder, like a child at play,
A pure spirit that has slipped away.
Oh, how I long for those innocent days,
When dreams were unbounded in magical ways.
To see the world through untainted eyes,
Where possibilities danced beneath boundless skies.
But time, like a thief, stole the shimmering light,
Replaced with cynicism, dimming the sight.
The burdens of life weighed upon my heart,
And the sparkle within me began to depart.
Oh, to reclaim the essence of that youthful soul,
To embrace the world with a fervent goal.
To believe in the power of dreams once more,
And let my spirit soar, as it did before.
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Agony-Fueled Art
PoetryA Collection. "Agony-Fueled Art" is a collection that encompasses a diverse compilation of satirical, non-sensical, provocative, audacious, and, at times, serious and reflective works. Within its pages, you will encounter a myriad of thought-provo...
