Sadness paints the world in gray,
Each brushstroke whispers of dismay.
I search for colors bright and bold,
But find the palette filled with cold.
Each hue reflects the pain I feel,
In every stroke, a wound that's real.
I long for joy to break the spell,
But find instead a deeper well.
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Echoes from the Canopy
PoetryWanna Hear the Echoes from the Canopy? This is a poetry collection that reflects the emotional struggles of today's youth. Each poem touches on themes of mental health, offering glimpses of both despair and hope. With short, powerful verses, it aims...
