The past haunts me with every breath,
In shadows deep, it whispers death.
The choices made, the paths untried,
Now fill my heart with hurt and pride.
I seek redemption in the night,
But find no solace, only fright.
Each memory a chain that binds,
In echoes of what life unwinds.
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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...
