Despair yawns like a chasm wide,
A gaping hole where dreams have died.
I teeter on the edge of pain,
In every heartbeat, I feel the strain.
I search for hope to bridge the gap,
To find the light within the trap.
Yet as I reach, I stumble and sway,
Caught in the darkness that holds sway.
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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...
