The clock ticks on, but I stand still,
A moment lost, a fading thrill.
The future waits, but I feel blind,
A path that’s lost, a heart confined.
I watch the world go rushing past,
As every moment fades too fast.
In time’s cruel grasp, I search for peace,
But find my hopes just never cease
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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...
